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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 91    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 Nine
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Seven

	The two girls entered the ballroom and it looked for all the world like a convention of hat racks.  Every man's penis stood fully erect, either perpendicular or at a raised angle from his testicles, less than ninety degrees from his stomach.  All the men still wore shirts and ties.
	Alicia accepted a cocktail from a waitress and began talking with a handsome young man  She let her fingers alight upon the head of his penis.  The man reached for her pussy, still sheathed in panties, and Alicia let go of his rod to take his hand.  
	"Don't," Alicia said, grasping his fingers  "Lilith doesn't want it.  Be a good boy and let me pleasure you."  The man dropped his hand and Alicia returned hers to his penis.  She stole a glance out of the corner of her eye and saw that Dawn had failed to stop the man of her choice.  She swooned as her man fondled her blonde muff while she, cocktail in hand, held his cock in her palm.  
	Alicia engaged in polite conversation with her interlocutor for several minutes, all the while stroking his rod.  Then she dismissed herself and moved to another man, who eagerly took up a conversation with her as he thrust his penis into her palm.  
	As Alicia continued to work the crowd she found the men coming closer and closer to ejaculating.  Several actually tried to dissuade Alicia from taking their throbbing rods in her hand, but she insisted, the whole affair of hand-to-genitals taking place without words.  Then the words which did pass between them concerned the most mundane and trivial affairs; politics, the weather, the man's career, while all the while the poor male's throbbing rod trembled on the brink of ejaculation.
	Alicia admired the males' bare buns.  She wondered if Lilith would let her smack any of them.  She relished the thought of her small, delicate palm striking the men's trim buttocks.  Alicia realized she would not have had such a thought prior to meeting Lilith.  She had always fantasized about a man spanking her, but suddenly she found herself wanting to reverse the roles.  It occurred to Alicia that Lilith's home was not just a place where masochists were abused, but where masochists were trained to be sadists as well, and sadists taught to receive as well as give.
	"Girls, how about a round of semen cocktails?" Lilith asked brightly.  A groan went up from the men.
	"I knew it!" a man lamented.  There was a titter of laughter from the ladies.       
	The men lined up with their backs against the dining room table, Lilith's whip having to urge a few to obey.  Then each female was given an empty glass and picked her favorite man.  At a signal from Lilith each female jerked off her man.  Some men took longer than others, but each heaved a sigh of relief as he came in his lover's hand, his semen shooting into the glass she held at the tip of his rod.  The men were a trifle disappointed, however, as they had hoped to come in a mouth, pussy, or bottom.  But Lilith had been good to them over the months and so they did her bidding.  
	Not a few of the women encountered difficulty catching the men's sperm in a glass.  The come shot out at a ninety degree angle and one's glass had to be tilted over fairly far to catch the libation.  Some of the men tried to swing their pricks around but a firm grasp on the part of the female ensured that he would shoot where she wanted him to.  Upon catching the product each female waited until her sisters were ready, and then Lilith proposed a toast.
	"To men's bottoms, may they ever be red," Lilith said, raising her glass.  The girls gave a cheer and toasted the prospect of paddling the males, then downed the spermy contents of their glasses.  Each was left with a milky moustache on her upper lip.
	"Mmm, good!" Dawn, who was next to Alicia, said.
	"Rather salty, don't you think?" Alicia asked demurely.  
	"I want more!" Dawn said eagerly to her male, who looked back at her with resigned horror.  "More!" Dawn said, taking the man's limpening penis in her hand and churlishly manhandling it.  The man tried to excuse himself, but Dawn followed him and swatted his behind with her hand.  Lilith caught up to Dawn and slapped the impetuous girl's bottom and told her to settle down.  The crowd laughed.
	"Now that you're limp we have a little apparatus that we'd like to put on your penises, which when you're hard again you won't be able to remove," Lilith announced to the men.  Two serving girls came around with trays of little leather thongs.  Each female took one and, with instruction from Lilith, slipped the thong around the man's testicles and penis.  Then each female began massaging her man, encouraging him to become erect.  The men were all quite young, having been chosen specifically for this party due to their youthful, resilient prongs.  Soon they were erect once more, the thongs now firmly clamped around their balls and dicks.  
	"We'll relieve you of those in the morning," Lilith advised the men.
	"The morning?!" a man gasped.  "What are we gonna do between now and then?"
	"Obey," Lilith answered.  
	"That sounds like fun," a female giggled to her friend.
	"Girls, take hold of your man's penis and let's lead these lads down to the basement," Lilith announced.  "I wonder how many of these fellows have ever been treated to an enema?"  Several of the men proved recalcitrant at hearing that, but Lilith was quick with her whip.  The men knew she relished striking their bare rumps and were not eager to give her an opportunity to do so.  One tried to overpower her but the other men restrained him.  In part they were seeking to win Lilith's favor.  Men she liked best got to stay at her mansion on a semi-permanent basis and that meant 24-hour fucking with the most delectable girls in town.  So the men obeyed Lilith and even vied with each other to best do her bidding.  
	When the randy stallions had been led down into the basement they found a row of buckets on wooden stools, each filled with steaming water and equipped with a slim hose.  The men were ordered to kneel on the floor with their faces pressed down against the rug.  Each female took one of the clear, flexible plastic hoses and daubed it with cream.  Since Dawn had been naughty Lilith had her kneel also.  The girl knelt beside her favorite man and turned her face toward him, extending her tongue.  Lilith smiled at the impish girl's audacity.  She too had once been a frisky young bitch, eager to surrender her tender teats and pussy to any man she met.  Dawn was lucky to be associated with Lilith in this age of AIDS, as all the men here were required to give a blood sample before even attending their first party.  If the young thing had been out on her own, as Lilith had been when she first began exploring the erogenous potential of her teenage figure, she would most surely have contracted the dreaded disease.
	Alicia was more settled in her desires, mostly because of her midwestern upbringing.  She almost didn't want to plug the man kneeling in front of her with a tube, but obeyed because Lilith was watching.  The man jerked his hips involuntarily as Alicia inserted the tube, her anus tingling at the thought of the glass straw that had been put to her own bottom the night before.  Alicia had to grit her teeth and force the tube.  The man was tight.
	When the tube had been inserted Alicia, on a lark, put the free end of the tube to her mouth and sucked.  Nothing much happened, but it was weird to think that she was taking in air from the man's lower intestines.  Alicia thought she tasted musk.  Next Alicia tried blowing, but except for a muted grunt from the man there was nothing.  Still, Alicia felt a sexual thrill as she blew into the rectum of the big man doubled over in front of her.  
	When every man had been plugged Lilith told the girls to dip the free end of their tubes into the hot, sudsy water.  At once the water began flowing down the tubes, and the men moaned as the fluid ran into their rectums.  When each girl judged her man to be full (some being more considerate than others), the tubes were withdrawn.
	"Now for the fun part," Lilith announced.  She drew her hand back and slapped the bottom of the man next to Dawn.  The other females followed suit.  Lilith used both her palms, swatting both the man and Dawn repeatedly.  The teen wriggled her bottom and kept her squirming tongue intertwined with that of her lover.
	"Keep those bottoms up nice and high," Lilith abjured the men.  "I don't want any stains on my new carpet."  In this she was referring, of course, to the contents of the men's buns.  The spanks had the effect of causing the men to tighten their glutei maximi, thereby keeping the fluid inside their intestines.  Finally Lilith called a halt to the paddling.
	"Alright, men, it's off to the bathroom, where you may empty yourselves," Lilith announced.  "My whip is ready for any man who spills himself on my rug."  The men rose with a groan and Dawn, finding herself at the front of the lineup, headed gingerly on her high heels toward the waiting lavatory.
	"I can't hold it," Dawn whined.
	"You'd better!" Lilith intoned.  But the fluid in Dawn's intestines began running down the backs of her thighs.  Lilith struck Dawn's bottom with the whip, causing the girl to clench her buttocks.  This momentarily halted the stream.  Each girl, if she saw her man begin to come (with his buns, that is), gave him the hardest slap she possibly could.  
	By the time the men reached the bathroom they had basically learned to hold themselves in.  This was important, as there was only one toilet.  Dawn sat down and gushed out her offering, then made to wipe herself.  
	"No wiping," Lilith admonished.  "Get in the tub."  She lifted the girl from the toilet, pulled her baby doll nightie over her head, and hustled her to the large bath tub.  Several men, seeing the tub as their ultimate destination, jumped in and relieved themselves there.  They shucked off their ties and jackets and turned on the water.  In a few seconds there was a veritable gang bang in the tub, with Dawn receiving the eager libations of the men's pricks.  Other men jumped in, emptied their bowels, and then proceeded to empty their loins into Dawn too.  Hot water streamed over all, as if to compliment Dawn's baptism of fire.  Several of the women made to jump in but Lilith held them back.  
	"Let the boys have their fun with Dawn," Lilith said.  "I hadn't planned for this, but so it is.  Let us go upstairs to the ballroom and await their return there."  The females exited and Lilith shut the bathroom door behind her.  She could hear Dawn screaming as male after male forced himself into her, leather thong and all, and hoped the promiscuous young thing was screaming with pleasure.  Dawn might be a bit more reserved after tonight.
	A bit later the men began straggling upstairs, dry but naked.  They had found towels in a closet, but of course there was no way to dry their soaking ties and shirts.  Those had been left behind in the bathroom, where, indeed, Dawn had also been abandoned.  The last man kissed the exhausted girl on the cheek as she lay in the tub and turned off the water, checking to make sure that it all drained out so she wouldn't drown.  The teenybopper's hair was tangled; semen drooled out of her lips, pussy, and bottom hole.  Sperm lay in sticky pools in her palms and was smeared between her ample breasts.  Even one of her ears was dripping semen from the opening of its canal.
	"Good night little baby," the man said to Dawn, whose head lolled in a state of near unconscious exhaustion.  "Sleep tight...and feel free to wet the bed."

Chapter Eight

	It was early morning and Alicia was about to dress and make for home.  She stood in the bathroom, blowing her pubic hair with a hair drier to evaporate all the droplets of water that still clung to her curls there.  Lilith entered, wearing a black leather miniskirt and vest and a white blouse.  She wore riding boots and a little charcoal cap.
	"Mick would like to meet you before you go," Lilith said to Alicia.  The blonde looked up, startled from her reverie with the blow drier.
	"Mick!  Yes, I'd forgotten him," Alicia breathed.  "He's the one who signed my card.  I guess after being here awhile I figured he was just a pseudonym or something."  
	"Mick doesn't always participate in my parties," Lilith said.  "Unlike me, he's rather reserved."  Lilith turned on her heels, beckoning Alicia, and the girl followed, her nudity in sharp contrast to the woman's attire.
	"He must be very reserved, to keep out of sight with all the willing females around," Alicia said.  "Is he ugly or something?"  The two women passed into the bedroom.
	Lilith laughed.  "No, my dear, I wouldn't have married him if he was.  The attraction of wealth does have its limits, you know, even for a spendthrift like me."  Alicia cast her eyes over a dresser drawer set against the wall, and the clothes closet that stood open next to it.  She knew that some of the attire contained within the dresser and closet would be bound to fit her.
	"What shall I wear," Alicia asked, making for the closet.
	"Nothing," Lilith replied.
	"Oh."  Alicia paused.  
	"Perhaps a ponytail might be in order, though," Lilith commented.  "The younger you look, the more Mick will like you."  Alicia's eyes widened but she said nothing.  If she looked any younger, she'd look illegal.
	Lilith went to the dresser, opened its top drawer, and withdrew a pink ribbon.  She walked up behind Alicia, who was standing still in the middle of the floor considering the man Mick.  Lilith pulled Alicia's hair back and bound it with the ribbon.  Alicia caught sight of herself in a mirror and flicked her new ponytail.  Sure enough, she now looked like a well endowed 15-year-old schoolgirl.
	"And a pair of peewees," Lilith laughed.  She walked into the closet and rummaged among a selection of new boots and soon found some that were Alicia's size.  They were lovely low-topped cowboy boots, and as Lilith helped Alicia step into them the blonde asked if she was to be taken to a rodeo.   
	"Mick's hoping you might like to do some indoor riding," Lilith said to Alicia.
	"You mean, like riding a horse?"  Alicia asked.
	"Yes, like riding a horse," Lilith replied.  Alicia failed to catch the inflection which Lilith gave to "like." 
	"Oh, I'd love to," Alicia said.  
	"Come then, Mick's waiting out by the stable," Lilith said.  She headed for the bedroom door.  Alicia followed.  She wondered briefly why the riding must be indoors, and figured it was because the grass outside was laden with dew and the ground still soggy from the previous night's rain.  Probably the horse she was to ride was a prize thoroughbred, one that Mick took special care of to insure it didn't get injured.  No doubt Alicia would simply be led around inside the stable, where she could safely enjoy her mount.
	Alicia trailed close behind Lilith as the woman stepped from flagstone to flagstone, the broken rocks forming a path across the lawn behind the house.  In the distance Alicia could see a glow emanating from the stable.  She listened closely to see if she could hear neighing, but heard nothing.  Before her Lilith's ample bottom swayed, her miniskirt occasionally flipping up to reveal part of her panties when she was forced to jump between widely separated stones.  
	Alicia giggled.
	"What?" Lilith asked, skipping to the next stone that lay ahead.
	"This cold air is making my nipples stiff," Alicia said.  
	"Good," Lilith called over her shoulder without turning her head.  "They'll need to be erect so I can put nipple clamps on them."  Alicia drew in her breath.
	"What if I don't want nipple clamps?" Alicia asked tremulously.  Whether the sudden quaver in her voice was due to the cold air or the prospect of clamps was unclear.
	"Have you ever worn them?" Lilith asked.
	"No, but I hear they hurt," Alicia whined.
	"That's because you've probably talked to girls who were introduced to them by uneducated amateurs," Lilith said.  "I'll give you novice clips.  They have serrated jaws."
	"Serrated?" Alicia gasped.
	"The blades that close over your nipple won't be flat, but notched, like the edge of a saw," Lilith said.  "Of course, the blades won't be sharp, but smooth.  I'll fit your nipple between two of the little teeth.  Your nipple will be squeezed, but not as tightly as if the blades were flat."  Alicia considered her erect buds, and silently wished they would retract.  It was just like her body not to obey when it ought.  Her spine tingled and she realized it was not just the cold air that was now making her nipples stand up.

D R E A M G I R L S  L E T T E R S

MORAL CHARACTER CONCERNS HANDILY SOLVED
 
	Dear Holy Joe,
	I am enrolled in a law school in my state.  To become an attorney, I have to pass a Moral Character Determination administered by the state bar.  IÕm worried.  What should I tell them? - Concerned in CA

	Dear Concerned in CA:  Your problem is not unique.  I faced the same problem myself, some years ago.  HereÕs what I told my state bar:
	ÒIn the animal kingdom, it is customary for the submissive male to present his genitals to the dominant male.  To remind myself of my submission to all state laws, and my obedience to legally constituted authority, I present my genitals on a daily basis to the state flag.  To do this quickly and easily, without thinking or questioning the authority of the state, I placed the stateÕs flag in front of my toilet.  Thus, whenever I take a piss, I MUST present my genitals to the state flag.  Usually I piss over the flag, but sometimes I miss and piss on the flag.  (As Alexander Pope said, to err is human, to forgive is divine.)  I tried spitting on the flag to remove the pee stains, but it didnÕt work.  Now and then I burn the state flag, because all those pee stains do tend to accumulate.  Also, since the flag is right under my feet (which is unavoidable), there is some wear and tear to it as time goes by.  Once I had diarrhea and considered washing the flag, but I felt it would be disrespectful for everyone at the laundromat to see the official state flag going round and round in a dryer.  So I burned it right away and bought a new one the next time I was in the drug store buying toilet paper.
	ÒIncidentally, I feel it is my patriotic duty to report that my neighbor is using a state flag that he bought at a rummage sale to line his kitty litter box.  I pointed out to him that he was being disrespectful to our great state, but he did not heed my advice.  Therefore, since I know that a flag is being abused, it is my responsibility to report the abuse.  
	ÒPatriotically yours, Holy JoeÓ
Just tell them that and you should not have any problem.

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