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From: Andrew Roller <roller39@IDT.NET>
Subject: Nudie Nursery part 5 of 5 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
NUDIE NURSERY
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Chapter Five
Jasmine had been right. When I got home, when I met my
friends, I couldn’t help myself. I had to show them my ass! I turned
round and bent over and hiked down my tight, ass-clinging jeans. And
they saw it. Two strong welts ridged across my bottom. They ran their
fingers over my welts and gasped at my bravery.
“I want more,” I told them, my head down, my hair falling in
streaming strands to the floor, the cones of my breasts heavy in my
sweater. I wiggled my bottom and felt my cheeks tingle. They were
plump, inviting. “Get my camera off my night table and take a picture
of my ass! I want to send it to that man Jasmine told me about.”
My girlfriends complied. They took a photograph, not of my
face but just of my ass. I sealed it in a pink envelope and sent it to
the P.O. Box of the man on the business card.
I received no reply. Jasmine had warned me that I wouldn’t.
Finally, drawing up all my courage, making the call from my bedroom,
alone, in the middle of the night, I spoke to him. I hugged my teddy
bear as I spoke to him. A woman answered, but she put me on the line
with him as soon as I asked for him by his special name.
“Sauron,” he wished to be called. I knew of the character.
Sauron controlled little hobbits in the Lord of the Rings and made them
do his bidding. If he caught them. If they came to him and let him
catch them. Hobbits, and elves too, and fairies, perhaps, though I’d
never finished the book. It was too long. Was this real Sauron too
long?
I bought a whip. He told me on the phone where to buy it. I
presented the whip at the counter and the clerk looked at me with
knowing eyes. She rung me up and I left, blushing, holding the whip in
an equestrian shopping bag close to my chest.
I caught a ride with a girlfriend that afternoon. She told my
mom I was going camping with her girl scout troop. But instead, deep in
the canyons outside L.A., finding his house on a peak at the top of a
canyon that gave a beautiful view of the city, she let me out. I turned
and waved goodbye to her as she sped off in her Mustang. She didn’t
want to leave me. But I made her, and she complied at last, holding my
hand, begging me to be careful and to call her as soon as I could. I
promised I would.
With fearful steps I approached his house. A woman, working in
the garden, greeted me. She was his housekeeper. I recognized her
voice from the phone.
“Yes, come right in, dear. He’s expecting you,” she told me.
As soon as we were inside she told me to take off my clothes.
I shivered. I hesitated. “You have the whip? Good,” she
said, taking my shopping bag, opening it, looking inside. “Undress,
dear. Everything.”
“Even my panties?” I asked, unbuttoning my jeans. I savored
the words. I was scared out of my wits but, somehow, I found pleasure
in asking for mercy and being refused.
“Yes, of course, darling. Get them right off,” she replied.
He appeared in the doorway. He was big and strong and his hair was dark
and he had skipped shaving for several days. I stared. He stared
back. Slowly, our eyes still gripped by one another, I slipped out of
my clothes. When I was bare and naked and left in only my shoes and my
earrings, his housekeeper took my hand. She presented me to him.
Standing with my nipples like thorns, poking up at him, held aloft by my
young, uptilted breasts, I gazed at him and bit my lip. I let his eyes
move over my face, then down, knowing what he was looking at. Freely he
admired my breasts, letting me blush as he gazed at them; then his eyes
trailed down over my softly breathing belly to my bush. He put his
thumbs to my thighs and I yelped as he rudely yanked my legs apart. I
almost lost my balance. His housekeeper grabbed my shoulders to keep me
from falling.
The strange man’s thumbs intruded into my cunny. I felt
helpless before him. My breath rushed in and out of my chest, quick,
fearful, as he probed me.
“Yes, you are excited, aren’t you?” he asked me. He sought my
spot and brushed a thumb over it. He had callouses on his hands. He
treated me roughly, not asking my name or showing me any emotion, simply
grabbing my cunt and opening it.
“I--” There was nothing I could say. I knew he would be
uncompromising with me. I felt a sudden panic. The housekeeper slapped
my bottom.
He kept one hand on my cunny but put the other beneath my chin
and lifted it. He kissed my lips. “You will do well here,” he told
me. “We will teach you what you need to know.”
“I don’t need to know anything,” I begged. But he didn’t
listen. He picked me up in his arms and I kicked and screamed as he
carried me bodily through his house. His shirt was made from hemp and
it felt demanding against my skin, a rough fabric, not smooth and soft
like everything was at Jasmine’s, but manly and rough.
I was taken outside to the porch on their backyard. A blanket
had been thrown down on the concrete and I saw, to my utter shock, a dog
food bowl on the porch with my name on it. “Kelly,” it proclaimed, and
beside it was a dish with fresh water.
“Such a sweet pet. Thank you for buying me a little pet,” the
housekeeper said to my master.
“She’s a stray, I think,” my master replied.
“Yes, a stray. But we will teach her obedience,” the woman
replied.
As the sun set into the distant sea, sinking slowly, the
Pacific swallowing it up as if it were a red plum, they began to teach
me tricks.
THE END
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