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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A VirginÕs Last Hours
Chapter Eleven
They had been out shopping. She had been spoiled and naughty, as
someone kept as a pet is wont to be. When they arrived home on his
country estate, and the front door was shut, immediately he pulled off his
belt. It was a long belt, made of top grain leather, and two nights ago he
had made her lick it from the tapering end of it, where holes were punched
through the leather, all the way to the steel buckle. She looked at it
dangling in his hand and he told her to put down the bag of lingerie and
jewelry that she had forced him to buy her.
ÒGo to your room,Ó he said to her. He meant of course the room he
and his wife had set aside for her to sleep in, as their exchange student.
She turned. She was aware of his eyes on her back, on her long flowing
hair which she had decorated with a pink ribbon. She walked down the hall
and up the stairs. He followed her.
When they were both inside her bedroom she turned and looked at
him. He ignored her. He swept past the curious pleading look of her eyes
and her small, trembling figure. He went to her bed and yanked down the
cover, which was decorated with patterns of teddy bears. She watched
the swift movements of his strong lean body. The belt, which he still held
in his right hand, danced in the air as tore open her bed. He told her to lie
down. Her face took on a frightened look, which then became insolent, and
as she saw that he expected her to walk in front of him, she instead went
behind him, very quickly, and lay down on her belly on the bed.
ÒPull down your skirt,Ó he said to her. His voice was gruff, harsh,
brooking no disobedience. Her trembling, which had begun the moment he
stepped into her bedroom behind her, now increased. With her fingers
showing her fear, she reached back and unzipped her miniskirt. She pulled
it down, displaying her white school girl panties to him. She was aware
of the way her panties had jammed a little in her asscrack, revealing more
than she wished of her upturned behind. No sooner had she offered him the
sight of her panties than he ordered her to pull these down as well. ÒPull
them down!Ó he had to yell a second time, before she obeyed. Then, biting
her lip, with a touch of her former insolence returning, she yanked down
her underpants. The full beauty of her bottom cheeks sprang into view,
juddering up at him like twin lovely mounds of white cream. ÒPut your
hands on your pussy,Ó he told her. She noticed a slight hint of arousal in
his voice as he spoke. She obeyed, sliding her fingers under her belly and
touching her pussy.
ÒOh!Ó she gasped. For the moment she touched herself, with him
standing over her like that, his belt hanging from his hand and her bottom
displayed to him, an electric shock ran through her body.
One word of command he spoke now, but its effect was even more
devastating.
ÒRub,Ó he told her. She bit her lip harder and obeyed. A second gasp
caught in her throat as she began playing in her slit with the tips of her
fingers, her belly pressed to her elbows. Shivers ran up and down her. The
anxiety she had felt earlier increased, with a touch of passion now as she
felt herself becoming aroused. She could hear his breathing. It was heavy
now, as if he had just run a long race. Her fingertips wettened. More
gasps came and even by biting hard on her lower lip she was not able to
prevent his hearing them. Her ass cheeks quivered. She tried to stop but
he told her to open her legs, to allow him to see her fingers at work. Her
panties banded her thighs. He grabbed them and pulled them lower, to give
him an unobstructed view of the movement of her fingers.
ÒOoooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!Ó Sylvie cried. Her pussy seemed to flower
from all the attention it was getting, both from her loverÕs eyes and from
her hands. A tension rippled through her belly. She opened her mouth and
pressed her lips to her pillow, then she bit it as the first wave of harsh,
demanding pleasure swept through her.
Crack! Went her loverÕs belt, splatting down hard on her bare
upturned bottom.
ÒYeeeek!Ó Sylvie cried, but the pressure of her orgasm was too
intense for her to pull her fingers out of her cunt, even as the pain of the
belt hitting her made her want to reach back and grab her bottom.
Crack! The belt came down again, punishing her for her wantonness,
but the intensity of the smack only heightened the pleasure she was
already feeling.
Crack! Crack! Crack! The belt flashed down its harsh discipline, and
suddenly she could bear the pain no more, it won out over the glee she was
feeling, and her hands flew out from underneath her and grabbed at her
bottomÕs halfmoons.
He rolled her over. He gazed down at her panting form, her hands
now trapped underneath her, between the bed and her hot bottom. He
mounted her. He unzipped himself and drew out his thing. It was hard,
pulsing, like a shaft of iron. But he was not looking at her now, despite
the excitement of his cock. He was looking out her bedroom window,
which was open, watching for the return of his wife, along the country
lane which led to their mansion.
He put himself into her, his entrance hard and demanding, caring
little for her, or so it seemed, for she felt as if she were being impaled.
When he was fully thrust up her, his big cock causing her pain, he began to
shove himself back and forth inside her cunt, looking all the while out the
window so he might break things off if he saw his wife coming.
ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Sylvie cried underneath him. He worked her as if he
were using some animal, as if he might be plowing a field but watching
for his wife to call him to dinner. She took him as best she could. He was
unbearably hard. He showed no emotion, seemingly unmoved by her
tightness or her youth, treating it as merely an impediment to be endured.
She came, she came again, she could not stop cumming a few moments
later, as she watched the way he seemed oblivious to her. It was as if she
did not exist. He might have been jamming himself between two hapless
pillows for all the passion he showed, confining his ardor to his penis.
ÒCome!Ó she urged him, suddenly unable to bear his detachment any
longer, feeling as if she were being riven with a dildo, rather than with
living flesh. He looked down at her, at his pole ramming in and out of her
tight little cunt.
ÒI have had many girls,Ó he said to her. There was a touch of
compassion in his voice as he spoke, his cock still solid as steel, his face
just coloring a little now with his effort. ÒIf I wish I could take myself
out of you and torture you all night.Ó
ÒNo!Ó she cried, but her eyes seemed to beg him to try, she could not
believe that he would be able to do it. He pulled himself out of her. She
felt as if she were having a bayonette removed from her womb.
ÒGet up!Ó he told her, drawing back from her, leaving her lying bereft
in her bed. She looked at his cock, red and hard and swollen, then at his
face, compassionless, hardly showing at all the effort which he had just
undergone. She waited for him to spurt suddenly, at the sight of her
panting on the bed. But he did not. Instead he repeated his order, and she
was forced to stand up, with her cunt wet and pulsing and her bottom red
from his belt.
ÒWe will go downstairs,Ó he told her. ÒIÕll show you what it costs to
be so wanton and spoiled as you were today.Ó With his penis standing out
hard in front of him, he reached down and picked up his belt. Then he
marched her out of the room and back down the stairs. He checked the
front door to make sure he had locked it and then he forced her down
another flight of stairs, into the basement. ÒLet my wife find us if she
must,Ó he said to her. ÒI will tell her that you aroused me and I am
punishing you for it.Ó
ÒYou made me,Ó she said to him.
ÒAnd you made me, with your attitude,Ó he answered her.
His wife came home a half hour later. When she found the two of
them in the basement, she agreed that a girl with such a bratty
disposition deserved all the punishment her husband could give her.
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