Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS No. 103 alt.sex.stories D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S A Mansion for Masochists Part Twenty-One by Andrew Roller Chapter Fifteen "I like seeing a girl's bottom warmed too," James said, hefting the belt with both his palms and stroking the leather with the pads of his thumbs. He walked up to Alicia and wordlessly she took the knob of his penis into her mouth. "Suck gently, yes," James breathed, affirming what Alicia was already doing. He put his hands to her hair and let the belt dangle down her back. Its pointed end poked at the curve of Alicia's bare bottom. "Stand up," James ordered. Reluctantly, fearing what might befall her bottom if she ceased her ministrations, Alicia let the crown of James' prick fall from her lips. It shone wetly where her saliva had been deposited. Alicia rose. Her breasts jutted out at James, nipples poking through her sweater, as she smiled at him apprehensively. James grasped the sides of Alicia's bikini panties and pulled downward. Alicia felt the hairs of her pussy become exposed. James reached a finger between Alicia's thighs and stroked her at their juncture. Deftly he inserted a finger into her labia and Alicia gave a little cry and fell against him. Her hands slid up his brawny arms and coupled about his neck. James reached back with his free hand and inquired between her nether cheeks. His mouth bent and engaged Alicia's. Deliah walked up to the pair and grasped Alicia's panties. She pulled the bikini down the girl's long ivory legs. Stooping over she lifted each of Alicia's heels through the leg holes of the panties. Deliah lifted the panties to her nostrils and sniffed. James caught her eye and his own sparkled. Deliah tossed Alicia's panties into the fire and in moments they were consumed. "Shall I order some cuffs?" Deliah asked James. "Not here," James replied. He broke his kiss with Alicia and let his hands slip from her. "We have everything we need at the cabin. Call a copter." "Alright," Deliah assented. She turned and walked over to an intercom set in the wall and pressed a buzzer. "We're going to fly to our cabin in upstate New York," James said softly to Alicia. "We'll be there in about two hours." Alicia was spellbound. Despite her newfound appreciation for James, she would have appreciated being asked if she wanted to go. Not knowing how else she might reassert some measure of control over her own body, she said, "I have to go to the bathroom." James grunted and walked over to the side table next to where Alicia had been sitting. He picked up Alicia's glass and downed the remainder of her Margarita. He strode over to where Alicia was standing and knelt down, setting her empty glass on the plush carpet. "Pee," James commanded. He stood. The glass sat on the rug awaiting Alicia's tribute. A flustered look seized Alicia's face. Suddenly she felt like a captive animal. Tremulously she squatted down over the glass. She hadn't really had to go that badly, and had only spoken of a need in order to distance herself from the suddenly omnipotent James. Nonetheless Alicia spread herself with her fingers and hoped for a bit of urine to make her excuse look real. Just as Alicia began sprinkling into the glass a waitress walked in. Alicia looked up suddenly, blushing. If the waitress saw her she did not show it. Perhaps she saw scenes like this every night. "Call a chopper, please," Deliah ordered the waitress. "And tell our chauffeur that he can go on to another assignment now." "Yes, ma'am," the waitress said smartly, and spun on her heels and left. Having given all she could Alicia rose from the glass. "Give it to me," James ordered. Alicia stooped down and picked it up and handed it to him with wide eyes. James swirled the urine in the glass and then made to drink it. "No! Don't!" Alicia cried. She reached for the glass to stop him. James chuckled. "Just kidding," James laughed. He tossed the urine into the fire and then put his own penis into the glass. A moment later urine spurted from his rod and began filling the glass. "Oh, good, I have to go too," Deliah said matter-of-factly. She picked up her own glass and poured the rest of her cocktail into James' nearly empty glass where it sat abandoned on a table. Then she squatted down on the rug to relieve herself. She put her glass underneath her and peed into it. When she had finished James walked over and took her glass from her. He held both her glass and Alicia's in his hands. The waitress entered, bare breasts bobbling. "Your helicopter will arrive in ten minutes, Ma'am," the waitress announced. "Is there anything else I can get you?" James walked up to her. James lifted the first of the glasses of urine. A look of surprise spread over the waitress' face as James spilled the contents of the glass over her right breast. "We'd like to thank you for your service tonight," James said to the waitress. "From the bottom of our bladders." He then lifted the second glass and poured its tribute over her left breast. The urine dripped from her nipples down onto her apron. James dropped the first of the glasses as he let the final drops fall from the second onto the waitress' tit. He reached into his pocket and drew forth a hundred dollar bill. He pressed it into the waitress' palm. "Thank you sir," the waitress said. "Now go get that young waiter of yours with the celebrated willpower and the red bottom to lick it off," James said of the urinary tribute. "Yes, sir," the waitress replied. Turning on her heels she scampered from the room. "Come on girls, let's go see what upper New York has to offer," James said. He turned and took each female by the hand. "Zip yourself up, darling," Deliah scolded James. "If we're going to take the elevator up to the heliport we'll have to cross back through the main dining room." "Oh, yeah," James commented. He reached down and took hold of his stiff rod and attempted to stuff it back inside his pants. "What about me?" Alicia asked in a little voice. Deliah still had her miniskirt, and James, when he got his big thing back in, his pants. "Where are my panties?" Alicia asked. "Oh, I'm sorry darling, I threw your panties in the fire," Deliah said. "I thought we would disport ourselves here and then just take the restaurant's back exit out to our limo." "I like you better without panties," James said to Alicia. "I'm sure you do," Alicia snapped, though in a meek voice. "I need a towel or napkin or something." "Not if I say you don't," James said. He let go of his wife's hand and grasped both of Alicia's. He drew them behind her back. "I didn't realize you had a thing about public nudity." "Well, I-I don't, not really..." Alicia stammered. "Good," James said confidently. "Then I'm going to walk you straight through that restaurant with your lovely little bush fully displayed to anyone who might want to gaze upon it. We're going to break through all your reservations and taboos this weekend." "I like my reservations," Alicia protested as James opened the door to the room and guided her into the hall. "So do I," James grinned. Together they walked down the hall, Alicia doing her best to stop them but being relentlessly pushed forward by James. "James! No! Please!" Alicia cried, but the end of the hall that opened into the dining area of the restaurant grew nearer and nearer. Alicia bit her lip and suddenly she was in the middle of a whole host of strangers. Deliah followed behind. While no doubt some of the diners in the room had their genitalia bared, it was in all cases discreet, literally under the table. Alicia, on the other hand, was being pressed across the room with her furry mount boldly displayed. Alicia stumbled once, trying now to appear as unruffled as possible, as if she were simply taking a stroll with her paramour. James walked beside her and a little behind. While some might have thought the two simply to be on a stroll, the close observer could see that James' right hand held both of Alicia's in a firm grip behind her back. In addition to the forcible display of her mound of Venus Alicia's nipples were resolutely erect, poking right through her woolen sweater. Indeed the posture which James' grip on Alicia forced her to assume caused her breasts to jut out in all their glory. James himself, meanwhile, had a substantial bulge in his crotch, bringing not a few titters from some of the ladies. Behind them strode Deliah, a bare branch in her hand which she had snapped from a potted pussy willow in the hall. It looked for all the world like a switch for Alicia's bare bottom. Chapter Sixteen A cold wind blew across the roof of the building. The helicopter was already there, its blades whirring and adding to the wind. James guided Alicia across the roof and pushed her by her bottom up into the copter. Her pussy met the leering gaze of the pilot. He motioned to Alicia that she should proceed to the back of the cabin and sit on a leather couch there. James lifted Deliah up by her derriere into the chopper and then climbed in himself. Alicia tripped across the deck of the cabin toward the couch. The floor was vibrating, and it rocked gently from the motion of the chopper and the gusting of the wind, adding to the allure of her jiggling bottom as she walked. The pilot admired her in his rearview mirror. "Who's the lucky girl this weekend?" the pilot called to James just as Alicia turned and sat down, her bare bottom coming into contact with the freezing seat of the settee. Alicia gave a little cry through suddenly pursed lips, both from the cold and the pilot's remark. "This weekend!" the pilot had said. Alicia was stunned. She was just another little pet for this couple and their strange desires. Her feeling of humiliation deepened. "Alicia," James yelled to the pilot, passing him to guide his wife back to join the blonde. He turned to Alicia. "What's your last name again?" "Smith," Alicia lied. "Alicia Smith," James said. "Last week's girl was named Smith," the pilot chuckled as he lifted the copter off the tarmac. "We're into Smiths right now," James laughed and sat down. He looped his arm firmly about Alicia's waist and tugged at her pubic hair with his fingers. His other arm remained politely at his side, despite the provocative tease of Alicia's involuntarily erect nipples. Deliah placed her hand on Alicia's chilly thigh and leaned across her to gaze at Hudson Bay through the chopper's side window. The World Trade Towers stood as stolid monuments to international intercourse. Beyond the Statue of Liberty held aloft her glowing lamp. "The city's so beautiful at night, isn't it dear?" Deliah asked. "Y-Yes," Alicia responded. "Where we'll be going will be very secluded," Deliah said in a quiet voice to Alicia. James could barely hear her, the pilot could not. "In the mountains. There will be snow there, but that won't matter because we'll be in the cabin." "I've always wanted to stay in a little cabin in the mountains," Alicia offered. "But what will we be doing there?" "We can play Monopoly if you like," James said. Deliah laughed. "Unzip yourself, darling," Deliah told James. "You're bound to get a hernia if you keep yourself all constricted like that for the next two hours!" James reached down to his crotch and happily obliged. Alicia watched with wide, pensive eyes as James' prong sprang forth. It was big and crisscrossed with throbbing veins. The pilot seemed not to notice. Deliah got up off the copter's leather couch and knelt before James. She clasped his prong at the base with her small hand. "Let's play a game," Deliah said brightly to Alicia. "You take James' dick right above my hand and then I'll take it right above yours. We'll do it three times and whoever winds up on top at the end of the third round will be the winner. Whoever loses has to be a love slave at our cabin." ATTENTION!!! ATTENTION!!! ATTENTION!!! by ian shires This is to announce the very first issue on computer of my famous Self Publisher! newspaper. There will be a duty of every of every small presser to support this zine, because I intend to review EVERYONE when I get around to it and because I want to be rich and famuos some day and will be working as the head of Marvel comics or better yet...as the head of the international DIMESTORE company with low-priced comics designed to serve the pocektbooks of even the poorest readers at only $5.95 each. Now there is a very simple, easy way for you to support this zine: SEND ME ADS!!!! for only $8.00 I will type your ad into this internet zine. THis will be the cost of a full-page ad. 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I have struggled mightily to bring you the verry best in small press news, reviews and entertainment, publishing at least once every other year since 1986, this despite my lifelong affliction with dyslexia. This despite the fact that when I am earning a million dollars at Marvel someday they will hand me my check and it will look to me as if it reads 000000000.1¢ How I have suffered to continue on with this great tradition of self-publishing. My wife left me, my basement office flooded, and my parents forced me to move out of the house! Yet I have toiled on, to bring you the very finest publication known to man and woman. SEND YOUR MONEY RIGHT AWAY! Ian Shires, President, Chairman, CEO--DIMESTORE STORIES "You already know who will win," Alicia protested. "You do this with a different girl every weekend!" "We've only ever taken two girls up to the cabin with us before," James said. "A girl three weeks ago, and one last week." "I just thought up this game," Deliah said to Alicia. "If you don't like it we don't have to play." Alicia eyed James' rod and admitted to herself that wrapping her hand around it was not an altogether unwelcome proposition. She wondered which hand James would like the feel of more, Alicia's or his wife's? She guessed she knew the answer. "I'll play, but I get to choose the number of times," Alicia said. She wrapped her little fist about James' pecker and squeezed. "How many?" Deliah asked. "One hundred," Alicia said primly. "No way! He'll come!" Deliah said. "And I'll bet I know which of us would make him come too," Alicia smiled coquettishly. "You talk like I'm an old lady," Deliah said. "Well you are, to me," Alicia said smugly. "You'd better hope I wind up being the love slave," Deliah scowled. "I do," Alicia said. "How many times?" Deliah asked. "Um, Seven," Alicia said, guessing at the number by putting her finger to her mouth. "Begin!" Deliah commanded. She fisted James' prong, capping it, and Alicia grabbed at the base. Deliah came in on top of her, and then it was Alicia's turn to crown James' rod with her hand. "I win!" Deliah crowed moments later. Alicia's eyes widened as her face went pale. "Rats," Alicia said. Deliah plopped down next to James and bent forward and kissed the tip of his penis. "Mmm, I love it," Deliah said triumphantly. Alicia let her hand slip from James' genitals. He grasped it and put it back. "Keep it there," James said. "I like the feel of it, love slave." "What exactly am I supposed to do as a love slave?" Alicia asked. "Obey," Deliah said, standing. She lifted up her leather miniskirt and, still standing, straddled Alicia's thighs. She thrust her bared pubic mound into Alicia's face. "Lick," Deliah commanded. In her hand she clasped her pussy willow branch, retrieved from where she had first dropped it beside James on the copter's settee. "Do as she says," James said to Alicia. The blonde diffidently extended her tongue. Timidly she touched it to Deliah's labia. 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