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Subject: Passions Playpen part 11 of 14 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSION’S PLAYPEN
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Chapter Eleven
“Lie still, Kate. I must remove the dildo,” Gilda urged Kate.
She lay upon the massage table again. The sheet beneath her was fresh
and she had two newly slipcased pillows under her hips. Sam stood
helpfully beside her, stroking the hair that fell in curls over her neck
and face. Ben stood in the doorway. The maid stood at her hips, much
to Kate’s chagrin.
This time there was no massage. Gildo undid the g-string from
Kate’s waist and crotch. Then, seizing the dildo with her fingers, she
pulled hard upon it.
“Ohhh!” Kate blurted. It felt strange to have the dildo taken
out after it had been up her so long. It hurt. Gilda pulled as gently
as she could but the dildo had not been selected to give Kate comfort.
It had been chosen because it would force her open, wider than she
wished to be, and now it must make the journey down her rectum just as
it had made the journey up.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Kate cried. Down the dildo tugged, seemingly
taking her gut with it. Gilda whispered soothing words and Sam offered
his penis to her breath to take advantage of her little explosions of
sound. She could smell his penis, she told herself. It smelled hard
and musky and pre-cum glistened in its pee slit. She stuck out her
tongue but Sam held himself just far enough away to enjoy her breathy
gasps without risking her tongue. For one touch of her liquid licking
tongue would have sent him shivering over the edge.
Sam wondered how he could be expected to perform at the orgy
with a penis so engorged with lust. It ached, it was so hard. He
longed to stick it in Kate’s protesting mouth but he dared not. He
wanted Gilda badly and he wished to do nothing that would put him in her
bad graces. With luck, he might live forever with her. She was a
voluptuous, demanding woman, and he wished to ride her and be ridden by
her for the rest of his life. If only he could survive this wicked
little introduction of hers, he was sure he could claim her. He would
show her that Ben was too old for her and he was just right. He would
be her man, and the guys at the college would drop dead when they
learned that he lived with her.
“Oh, noooo! Please!” Kate shouted. Gilda yanked the dildo
relentlessly from her. A scooching sound could be heard, like a sucking
sound only slimier, as the dildo was pulled out. Along the shaft of the
dildo could be seen a slick residue that was a mixture of oil and Kate’s
bodily juices. At last the dildo popped out. The maid gave Gilda a hot
towel and she bathed Kate’s bottomcrack to make her clean. Then the
dildo was given to the maid, who deposited it in a plastic bag. Ben
could sell the dildo to a pervert, bodily juices and all.
“What price should I put on it, sir?” the maid asked Ben,
turning to him and showing him the bag.
“$150.00,” Ben said. Quietly he made a mental note to himself
to include a picture of Kate’s lovely face with the dildo.
Kate was helped down from the table. She stood unsteadily on
the floor. Her bottom felt wide in back. The O of her anus was, she
was sure, a little bigger now. She put a hand to her behind and felt
tentatively along her bottomcrack.
“Come, it’s time for dinner,” Gilda said to Kate. Gilda was
dressed in a sparkling green gown that hung from her shoulders. It had
no sleeves, and only two small pencil-thin straps held it up. It
covered her to her waist, where it flared into a skirt. But the skirt,
reaching all the way to her toes, was slit all the way up to her hips.
It had no sides to it, only open slits. The front of her skirt settled
seductively into the space between her legs. In back it covered her
bottom but wafted outward at her every step. Gilda’s legs could be seen
right up to her waist from either side of her. No part of her dress
covered her there. Her hips were bare. She wore no panties beneath her
dress, as was immediately evident to anyone who saw her.
Gilda had a poinsetta tucked behind her ear and her hair was a
lovely mass of brown curls. She was as dolled-up as Kate, but permitted
for more in the way of clothing. Kate had only the short red shift on
that she’d worn at breakfast. And now even the g-string that had held
in her dildo was gone.
Sam was buck naked except for a bow-tie that Ben had made him
tie around his neck. Sam’s penis was on full display. Ben for his part
had a bulging crotch, but kept it discreetly within his pants. He’d put
on a tux for their evening meal.
Taking Kate’s hand, Gilda led Kate out to the dining room. It
was a large room with a painting by Monet on the wall. It was a print,
of course. Two other paintings Kate couldn’t identify, but she liked
them, for they showed natural scenes painted with a sense of wonder.
Kate was led past a small serving table that stood next to the
wall. It had items of food on it. There was a bowl of grapes and a
bowl of strawberries. There were also several large bananas on the
table. Someone had already unpeeled them. Near the bananas there was a
bowl of chocolate. There was also a blender on the table, with pulped
fruit in it. It sat in a bucket of ice.
Gilda led Kate to the middle of the room. There a long, sturdy
table waited. It was made of cherry wood and looked large enough to
seat a dozen people. Wooden chairs surrounded it, with velvet cushions
on them. A chandelier hung over the table.
In the middle of the table, between two candles, was a space
for her. Gilda had told Kate she would be presented as the centerpiece
of the table. Gilda helped Kate step into a chair and then onto the
table. Kate lay down on the tablecloth. It was made of white linen.
There was a small cushion on the table and, after rolling Kate on her
side and cuffing her arms behind her back, Gilda made Kate scoot down so
that her bottom was properly upon the cushion.
Kate lay upon her back. Gilda slipped the straps of her shift
down off her shoulders so that her breasts could be exposed.
“Bring me the blended fruit,” Gilda told Sam. He went to a
small serving table next to the wall, under the painting by Monet, and
returned with a bowl of fruit that had been pulped in a blender. He
gave it to Gilda and watched eagerly as she poured the fruit pulp over
Kate’s breasts.
“Noooo!” Kate cried softly. The fruit was cold and it made her
nipples stiffen. She watched as the pulpy fluid coated each of her
bosoms. Some ran off her onto the table.
Sam brought over more items from the table to decorate Kate
with. Kate tried not to look at them. She stared up at the chandelier
hanging above her and watched as the light from the candles flickered in
and out of its prismed surfaces.
Gilda lifted Kate’s red decorative shift up, exposing Kate’s
belly. Into the small depression of her navel Gilda placed a
strawberry, first dipping it in a bowl of chocolate. Sam held the
chocolate. He asked Gilda if he could dip his penis in the chocolate
and Gilda told him he could not.
“You’d drip it all over the carpet, dear,” Gilda told Sam.
“Not if you licked it off me,” Sam said.
“Let’s not have you stick you penis in the chocolate bowl, okay
Sam?” Gilda replied. “Do you ever stop thinking about your dick?”
“No,” Sam answered.
“No wonder it’s so big,” Gilda teased. “Perhaps we’ll dip it
later. O.K.?”
“You could lick it without me dipping it?” Sam offered.
“Not yet, honey,” Gilda replied. She touched his pee slit and
smiled at him.
Gilda drew Kate’s legs up to her bottom. “I’m going to have to
put some grapes up your fanny, Kate,” Gilda said.
Kate lifted her head from the table. “Up my WHAT?!” She asked.
“Up your bottom. They’ll be sucked out later, don’t worry,”
Gilda smiled. She looked reflective. “Perhaps by me.” Ben coughed and
turned away from where he stood watching in the doorway, and spoke to
the maid.
“Ohhh, I don’t want anything up my bottom!” Kate sighed. But
she didn’t resist, except for a clenching of her cheeks, as Gilda
carefully slit each grape with a knife and then pushed it into Kate’s
anus. When a half-dozen grapes had been put into Kate’s bottom Gilda
drew Kate’s legs out again so that they lay flat on the table.
“Keep them apart, dear. This IS an orgy,” Gilda smiled at
Kate. Then, taking a container of whipped cream and shaking it, Gilda
squirted whipped cream all over Kate’s blonde muff to give her a little
covering.
“There. Now you needn’t feel quite so bare,” Gilda laughed.
Kate waited for whipped cream to be squirted between her legs but none
was. Instead Gilda spread the delicate lips of Kate’s pussy with her
fingers. The nails felt sharp against Kate’s skin. Sam, his penis
engorged, brought Gilda a banana from the table. Gilda thanked him and
told Kate to keep her legs apart. Kate blurted out a howl as she felt
the banana, after being lubricated in the bowl of chocolate, stuck into
her pussy. Gilda spreared her with it but didn’t fuck her. She shoved
it up far enough to keep it in her and then let the rest, uncoated and
yellow, stick up in a curving arc between Kate’s legs.
“She looks like she has a dick,” Sam commented.
“Yes, dear. Sensuous, isn’t it?” Gilda touched the banana to
make sure it was securely held inside Kate’s cunny. Kate closed her
thighs a little and felt the odd sensation of having a penis in her,
halfway, the rest sticking out and showing itself, making her look
virile.
To complete the picture Gilda coated a single strawberry with
whipped cream and bade Kate to open her mouth. Between Kate’s teeth she
placed the strawberry. “Don’t eat it, darling,” Gilda said to Kate.
Kate felt her lips close around the strawberry. It felt strange. Some
of the cream melted and ran down the outside of Kate’s cheek. She felt
as if she’d been spermed. Standing next to her, observing, Sam looked
as if he might spill himself. Gilda warned him to be good and keep his
sperm in his balls during the meal.
“Now you are ready to be eaten, Kate!” Gilda said by way of
farewell to her. “Don’t move around during dinner. There will be
plenty of cold cuts in the fridge for you later. Lie very pretty and
let everyone admire you. When dinner is over we’ll help ourselves to
you. I’ll tell everyone to be decent and not bite your nipples. Try to
be as good as you can. You know everyone will be absolutely delighted
when they see you!”
Feeling like a pig dressed for dinner, Kate lay quietly.
Gradually the guests began to arrive. The first was a woman, about 30,
and her husband. He was dressed in a tux and she wore a long black
evening gown, whole and complete, not like Gilda’s. But upon entering
the woman in black engaged Gilda in a kiss. It was carnal, and the
woman showed no hesitation in passing her hand beneath the back of
Gilda’s dress and feeling her bottom. Gilda flinched as the woman poked
her. But she did not break the kiss. The woman dug deeper into Gilda’s
bottomhole as Gilda, straining not to show her discomfort, kept kissing
her. When at last their mouths parted Gilda said, “Oh! You must be
hungry!” The woman removed her hand from Gilda’s fanny.
“I am,” she said simply. Then she passed on to the table and
let her husband seat her across from Kate’s hips. Kate looked away
quickly as the woman sat down.
“Lovely dessert,” the woman said to Gilda. She wiped her
finger on her napkin, the one that had been inside Gilda’s bottom.
Gilda, for her part, straightened her dress behind herself and tried to
look as if nothing had happened.
“Yes,” Gilda breathed. The maid came and removed the napkin
the woman in black had used and replaced it with a fresh one. The
doorbell rang. More guests arrived.
Soon everyone was seated. Ben announced that they were all
invited to stay all night if they wished, and then the maid brought out
dinner. Sam helped her. She was dressed in an apron and black clothing
but he was stark naked, except for his de riguer bow-tie. Hands passed
over his penis as he served the food and he had to fight hard within
himself not to cum. He was fondled as freely and easily as a sausage
might be, and the men showed as much interest in his erection as the
ladies did. Sam feared that someone might grab his balls to teach him a
lesson about keeping his pants on, but no one did.
Kate felt a tenseness within her belly. She had to pee! She
looked over at Gilda, who sat across from her face. She shifted her
bottom on the cushion. Gilda looked up from her food. Kate wanted to
spit the strawberry from her lips but she was afraid to. She tried to
let Kate know, somehow, that she had to go to the bathroom.
“What is it, dear?” Gilda asked at last. She reached out and
lifted the strawberry from between Kate’s teeth. Kate remained silent.
“Well?” Gilda asked.
Kate gulped. She wanted Gilda to lean closer. Gilda remained
just as she was, expectantly, and gave Kate not the slightest sign that
she understood that Kate wished to whisper something in her ear.
Finally, quietly as she could, but knowing everyone would hear
it, Kate said, “Gilda, I have to pee!”
Laughter erupted around the table. Kate blushed instantly,
despite already being bare and laid out for them all to look at.
“Well you can’t pee now!” Gilda said indignantly. “Is that
what you wanted to tell me? Kate, I’ve already covered your pussy with
cream and stuck a banana up you. And what would happen to the grapes if
you sat on the potty? You’ll just have to hold it, dear. We’ll eat you
in a minute. Then afterward you can excuse yourself if you absolutely
have to!” With that Gilda put the strawberry back into Kate’s mouth
before she could say any more. With her hands cuffed underneath her,
there was nothing Kate could do.
Dinner drew to a close. The maid and Sam removed the dishes.
No plates were provided for dessert. A man drew down his fiancee’s
dress so that her breasts could be seen. She was young, perhaps no more
than 20, and she had lovely big bosoms that were white as snow and
capped by cherry nipples. She seemed a little shy at being exposed thus
but she made no attempt to resist her boyfriend. Although Kate did not
know it, her name was Beth. Her boyfriend told Beth to help herself to
Kate.
Shyly, Beth stood and kneed her way onto the dining table with
her boyfriend’s help. When she was on the table, kneeling crouched over
Kate, her boyfriend upped her dress in back to show himself and his
friends her bottom. She gasped as he pulled down her panties and stuck
his thumb in her anus.
“Eat the dessert,” he ordered her gruffly. Beth lowered her
face, trying not to look into Kate’s eyes as she did so. She licked
tentatively at one of Kate’s nipples. Then, uttering a sharp “Oh!” as
her boyfriend stabbed more deeply into her bottom, she passed her mouth
down onto Kate’s bosom and began to vigorously suck.
Gilda, at Ben’s urging, stood and leaned in over the table.
She began to delicately lap up the pulp fruit over Kate’s remaining
bosom. As she did, Ben tucked up her skirt in back so that her bare ass
could be seen.
“Don’t pee on me, bitch,” the woman in black warned Kate, who
couldn’t see her, Gilda and Beth being between her face and her pussy.
The woman in black, who was named Zelda, began to lick at the cream in
Kate’s pussy. As Beth and Gilda lapped the fruit from Kate’s breasts,
Beth sucking hard on Kate’s left tit while Gilda gently laved and licked
the right, Zelda devoured Kate’s pubic thatch as if it were a real slice
of cream-covered pie.
Sam, not wishing to be left out of the fun, leaned in over the
table. His cock pressed into a linen napkin, crushed by someone and
thrown onto the table, but he didn’t mind. He ate the chocolate-coated
strawberry out of Kate’s navel. From behind someone swatted him. He
yelped and began licking Kate’s belly and rubbing his dick in the folds
of the napkin.
“Unnnn, nooo!” Beth cried out as a man, not her boyfriend, but
at his direction, presented his cock to her bottom. At the same time
Gilda, for the amusement of Ben, was offered up to a male guest. He
chose to enter her cunt. Both females began gasping and shouting, still
licking Kate’s breasts, as they were taken. Meanwhile at Kate’s crotch
Zelda was busily devouring the banana that had been put halfway into
her. Kate felt a tremor run through her stretched-out form and realized
she was on the brink of peeing. Suddenly, without wanting to but unable
to help herself, thanks to all the mouths that were at her, Kate peed.
Zelda screeched as Kate’s urine splashed into her face.
“You bitch! You bitch!” Zelda cried. At the same time Sam,
who up until now had been quite obedient, suddenly rubbed himself hard
on the table, upon the napkin that pressed up against his penis from
below. His belly provided pressure from above. In a heated rush, as
someone slapped his bottom, he jismed his seed out onto the table.
Kate sighed and begged to be licked. But Zelda was in a rage
and had to be restrained by her husband. Some man, relishing the
thought of a pee-soaked pussy, put his face to Kate’s snatch and began
to lick it. Kate cried out blissfully. He buried his tongue in her
and, oblivious to the chaos around him, he concentrated wholeheartedly
on her slit. At last, with Gilda and Beth still at her bosoms, with Sam
still shamefacedly licking her belly, Kate reached her bliss under the
ragged licking tongue of the anonmymous man between her legs. Ben bent
down and kissed her when she’d come. She returned his kiss lovingly.
“Fuck me,” she begged him.
“Alright,” he answered. He went past Gilda and mounted the
table where her hips lay waiting. He pushed the man aside, his duty
done, and offered him Gilda’s behind if he should wish to lick some
more. Ben undid enough of himself to service Kate and pushed himself
into her cunt. He worked her hard, not coming quickly as Kate expected
he might. With Zelda still screaming from the far corner of the room,
Ben rode Kate to completion.
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