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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A VirginÕs Last Hours
Chapter Ten
He woke up with wood. The first sound that he heard was the sound
of rain falling, and the sound of it must have triggered something inside
him, a need he had. When he opened his eyes he looked down at himself,
feeling the pressure of his need, and he saw his erection as he lay on the
cool sheets of a bed. The sight of his penis startled him. It rose up from
his pelvis, from between his legs, and for a moment he enjoyed the sight
of it, the thick vigor of its manliness. Then he saw the welts arrayed
along its stiffness and he felt a pain down there, along his erotic stalk,
and he was aware of the weight of someone lying next to him in the bed.
ÒOh my God!Ó he cried, for he was aware suddenly of what had
happened to him last night, and of how he was up again, as if begging for
more.
ÒMy, youÕre up nice and early,Ó a soft feminine voice purred beside
him. Taylor looked from his erection to the woman lying beside him. She
was as beautiful as ever, her dark hair falling a little in her eyes as she
gazed at him with those twin deep beckoning pools, those invitations to
mischief.
ÒI uh, canÕt control it,Ó Taylor said, which was true, for he was only
17. He wanted to add that it was in no way meant to beckon her on, but of
course she never allowed him to get that out. A feather lifted. She was
holding it. He did not recognize it as an egret feather, for he was not an
expert in such matters, but he watched it sail slowly through the air,
guided by her hand, until it touched his cock. He shivered. It felt
wonderful. He wanted to spurt as it traced the welts on his penis and
then, slowly, delicately, the veins under the welts, that crisscrossed them
and made his manhood look all the more muscular and hardy.
ÒSuch a stimulating piece of wood,Ó Miss Brookhaven remarked,
admiring his manhood as she teased it. Suddenly he was aware of what
had been his first sensation that morning, that which had awakened him.
Miss Brookhaven saw the slight change on his face and asked, ÒDo you have
to pee?Ó Taylor nodded, trying not to look desperate. Miss Brookhaven
produced handcuffs. ÒWait just a moment,Ó she said. She put down the
feather, laying it on his chest so that its tip still touched his cock, the
end of it sighing up and down along a small part of his length when his
chest moved with his breathing. She wiggled upward along the bed,
moving beside him, and took hold of one of his wrists. She lifted his right
arm. He offered no resistance. She snapped it against the bedrail above
his head, ensuring that his strong right arm would now remain completely
unavailable to him. Then she rolled over him, her lovely naked breasts
teasing his chest, and she did the same to his left.
ÒBut I have to go to the bathroom!Ó Taylor said, when he found that
both his hands were effectively gone and, as a consequence, he was
trapped upon this very comfortable but not at all suitable place of repose.
He had to get up. He had to go and empty himself in the ceramic bowl
before he burst.
ÒMiss Brookhaven will take care of everything,Ó the woman smiled,
as if speaking of herself as something outside herself, which perhaps she
was sometimes, owing to how wicked she could be. She told him to lift
his head a little. He did. She slipped her hand under the pillow he was
using and drew out a coil of plastic. He looked at it. Suddenly recognition
dawned. It was a catheter! ÒLet me get the creme,Ó Miss Brookhaven said.
She put her hand under his pillow again and pulled out a used squeeze tube.
She unscrewed the cap. She squirted some of the creme onto her fingers
and greased the end of the catheter. ÒNow letÕs see if we canÕt get that
pee out of you,Ó Miss Brookhaven said.
Taylor gasped as Miss Brookhaven knelt over his penis. She
straddled his thighs, so he could not move his legs. She held his cock with
both hands, capturing it and then inserting the end of the greased catheter
into him. She pushed. He watched in horror as the catheter slid into him,
feeling its length inside him, like an invading snake. It went deeper and
deeper and suddenly his fear turned to terror: it was going too far up! But
even as he cried out for Miss Brookhaven to stop she kept on pushing,
turning a little now to make sure that the back end of the catheter, which
had fallen off the side of the bed, was poised over the bucket she had
placed there previously.
Suddenly Taylor had an awful feeling as if he was being both
punctured and released. He saw yellow shoot up suddenly into the clear
tube that was running out of his penis. The yellow kept moving and
suddenly he realized that he was peeing.
ÒYes, the catheter is in your bladder now,Ó Miss Brookhaven said.
ÒAll your needs in this area will be attended to from now on. You will not
even have to think about going to the toilet. You can just lie in bed all day,
enjoying the feel of the sheets and the sound of the rain outside, and
letting me tease your naked erection.
Miss Brookhaven got up from the bed. She inspected the contents of
the bucket, telling him he had made an excellent pee, putting a good half
bucket full of urine into the pail. Then she picked up a small silver bell
from the nightstand beside the bed. She rang it. A few minutes later a
beautiful young girl appeared, dressed in a scanty maidÕs costume. As
Taylor watched, noticing her shock upon seeing him with his penis
invaded, she gulped and brought him breakfast. She arranged the tray on
his chest and when she had gone, Taylor watching her young naked bottom
as she left the room, Miss Brookhaven told Taylor to open his mouth.
ÒIÕm going to feed you, to keep you big and strong,Ó Miss Brookhaven
told Taylor. And she did, and he ate lustily, for something about his
condition and his nightÕs previous experiences had left him very hungry.
After breakfast, when the maid had returned and removed the tray,
giving Taylor another tempting and cock-raising view of her bottom, Miss
Brookhaven set to work on TaylorÕs balls. She ordered hot towels to be
brought and she applied these to TaylorÕs testicles. But first she
sprinkled them with cologne, which had the effect of making them burn
terribly, an effect which amused Miss Brookhaven, that something as
delicate and feminine as cologne could so thoroughly torture a man. Then
Miss Brookhaven, when she had tired of punishing TaylorÕs balls, uncuffed
his hands. She had him sit up. He had just peed again, in fact he was
peeing intermittently without being able to stop himself. But when he sat
up, having apparently emptied himself yet again, more came out.
ÒMmmm. You just canÕt stop, can you?Ó Miss Brookhaven laughed.
ÒMy bucket is almost full. But now IÕm afraid I must attend to my other
guests,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒI was going to let you lie here all day
admiring yourself, but I saw how you looked at my maid. IÕm going to take
the catheter out. Then IÕm going to fist you until you cum. ThatÕs right,Ó
she smiled at him, when he gave her an awkward look. ÒI require most
men to stay hard and randy. But you IÕm jealous of. I want to make sure
that only I get to enjoy your cock. Your milk belongs entirely to me.Ó Miss
Brookhaven drew out the catheter, as Taylor sat watching. He felt in
possession of himself again as the thing slid out of him. Yet he was not
willing to assert himself to deny Miss Brookhaven what she now wanted.
As she took hold of his manhood, he sat feeling the cool sheets against his
bottom, and he did not even stop her when he noticed the young maid girl
peeking into the bedroom.
ÒCum,Ó Miss Brookhaven commanded Taylor, working his cock with
her delicate small fist, moving up and down him like some clasp on a
piston. ÒSpurt all over my bed, all over yourself and my hand,Ó Miss
Brookhaven said. She fisted him harder. Taylor felt a curious detachment
as he watched her, as if he were somehow not connected to this thing
which she was now so willfully using. ÒHere you will be a fucking
machine,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒYou will spurt on command.Ó
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