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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LIQUID PLEASURES

Chapter One

Susie strolled down Rodeo Drive, thoughtfully licking her big, swirled lollipop. She felt rather like a lost little girl amidst all the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. In fact she had just celebrated her 18th birthday. Her present from her parents had been a free trip to Los Angeles, where she now was staying with her grandmother.

Black, white, and even pink stretch limousines cruised slowly by. Susie tried to peer through the dark glass to see who was inside, but her efforts proved fruitless. She wondered if she would ever ride in such an expensive carriage. The idea that she would be totally naked in such a luxurious vehicle in less than three days never entered her mind.

Susie's grandmother had given her $200. She had told her that now she was a woman and deserved some expensive lingerie. She had shooed Susie out of the house that morning and urged her to go pick out an appropriate adornment to her newly developed figure. Giving her grandmother a peck on the cheek Susie had obeyed, and a cab was summoned to escort her to the tree-lined boulevard that she now found herself on.

Susie wandered through several lingerie shops without settling on a purchase. For one thing, despite her grandmother's generosity, $200 didn't buy much on Rodeo Drive. But Susie enjoyed the sunshine and the intermittent swirls of people.

It was about an hour later when Susie, selecting a nightie, found herself being complimented by a lovely, and apparently very wealthy, older woman.

"I think you'll look just darling in that little gown," the woman, named Elaine, said.

"I hope so," Susie said. "But it is rather expensive."

"Try it on anyway, and let me tell you how you look," Elaine said.

"Alright," Susie agreed. The saleslady and Elaine discussed several possible purchases that the woman might make while Susie slipped into the dressing room to change.

Susie reappeared a moment later, clad only in her heels, cotton panties, and the pink baby doll nightie. She smiled shyly as both Elaine and the saleslady cooed in admiration.

"Now that makes a prize worth any man's wooing," Elaine remarked.

"Perhaps, but I'm afraid it's out of my price range," Susie said.

"Nonsense, dear," Elaine replied. "If you like that nightie you just ante up the money your grandmother gave you, and I'll pay the rest."

"Oh, I couldn't!" Susie said. Instinctively she covered her breasts with her forearms, and made to turn back to the dressing room.

"My dear," Elaine said smoothly, "If you think I'm making you the recipient of charity you're quite mistaken. I'm having a soiree this evening, but several of my guests cancelled on me at the last minute."

"She throws the most marvelous parties," the saleslady interjected.

"Tell me," Elaine asked Susie. "What are your plans for this evening?" Susie appeared blank.

"I don't know," Susie said. "Last night my grandmomma and me played checkers."

"Well, that certainly is a fine game," Elaine said with a wink at the saleslady. "But I think since you'll only be here a few days you should enjoy at least a bit of LA's fabulous night life, don't you?"

"I guess so," Susie replied. "Well, sure, but I don't know anyone to go out with."

"You see?" Elaine said. "I've got a party scheduled but not enough guests, and you've got to get out but have noplace to go."

"Well, let me put back this nightie, and then&emdash;" Susie began.

"Now, dear, I thought we had that settled," Elaine said. "Pick out a pair of panties to match your nightie and let's be off! I want to meet this grandmother of yours, and see if she'll approve of me as your chaperone."

"Well, really, I&emdash;" Susie began, but Elaine took her by the shoulder and guided her over to the undies that were displayed against the wall.

"And to think I was feeling so lonely this afternoon!" Elaine remarked, as if to the air. "Here I was, half my guests plucked away by the sudden start of some new movie, and with my best friend having just passed away."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Susie commented as she stood before the racks of panties.

"Yes, dear, but it was best for her," Elaine said. "She had suffered kidney failure and was a mere shadow of her former self." A rather lengthy conversation ensued on the health of Elaine's former friend and the world in general, during the course of which Susie was urged to select a pair of sheer panties which, when slipped on, did nothing to hide her pubic hair but much to accentuate the charm of her pussy. When it came time to pay the bill Susie felt completely enveloped by Elaine, and did not want to disappoint the woman by refusing her benefaction. Soon they were both comfortably ensconced in Elaine's limousine, and that at least was an unqualified benefit over the transportation offered by a leering cab driver with a smelly cigar.

Elaine's limo parked outside the condo that belonged to Susie's grandmother. Both females trotted upstairs to find Susie's grandmother, named Martha, wrapped in the delicious odor of freshly baked chicken soup. Introductions were made, and Susie held up her newly purchased nighty to show it to her grandmother.

"My, that will make some young man proud," Martha said.

"I've seen her in it," Elaine commented. "And I can assure you that your money was well spent."

"Grandmomma," Susie piped up. "Elaine wants me to go to a party at her house tonight."

"What a wonderful offer!" Martha exclaimed. "Now that would be a nice change from Nebraska." A discussion followed concerning Elaine's impending soiree, and with the help of the women Susie picked out her best gown. Arrangements were made for Susie to be picked up at six o'clock sharp. Then Elaine was whisked off in her beautiful limo, with a promise that the driver would return at the appointed hour to deliver Susie to the party.

Susie was still primping for the party when a knock on the door announced the arrival of the chauffeur several hours later. After about a ten minute wait Susie appeared, and after being made to promise to Susie's grandmother that he would drive safely the driver left with Susie in tow.

Beverly Hills, where Elaine's mansion was located, proved to be even more extravagantly appointed than the impressionable Susie could have conjured up in her mind from TV. Try as she might, she could not find a single mansion with an old jalopy parked in front of it.

"Where do the Beverly Hillbillies live?" Susie asked, aware that perhaps this might be a stupid question. The driver laughed.

"That was just a show," the driver replied. "The 'mansion' was just a front, a prop." He then proceeded to point out to her the real homes of real stars, and Susie gushed at quite a few of them.

Despite the grandeur of the many mansions the limo passed, Elaine seemed to have cornered the market on luxury housing. As the car pulled up Susie's eyes widened. The home itself was gigantic, and appeared to be the beneficiary of a small wood that had grown up behind it. A ponderous stone wall ambled purposefully along the border of the grounds, its moss covered rocks looking ancient enough to have been placed by King Arthur himself. A wrought iron gate, its spires tapering to jagged points, swept open to receive them. As the car passed through it closed again, shutting out the bustle of the street.

The limo parked in Elaine's drive and a man who apparently had no other purpose in life than to open car doors appeared and helped Susie out. The grounds of the mansion were hushed. A pair of gorgeous dalmatians frolicked in the distance, apparently preoccupied with the passion of canine foreplay. Susie was led up a flight of hewn granite steps by the man who had opened the limo's door. There he sounded an ornate knocker, and the door to the mansion was opened. Susie was passed on to a second man in a tux, whose only role in life was apparently to open Elaine's front door.

Proving that, like his brother, he was in fact capable of more than one occupation, the tuxedoed figure who had let Susie into the house now took her down a broad hall to an ornate dining room. There Susie was introduced to several of the guests who had already arrived, and left to make small talk with them.

The guests, once all assembled, proved to range in age from about 20 to mid-40's. All elegantly dressed, they settled down at the prompting of Elaine to the dinner table. It was a long, sturdy table, carved from mahogany. Elaine sat at the head, for all the world a queen in her palace, flanked by her courtiers. Susie felt rather small and shy amidst the gathering. Little did she realize that her beauty shone like a bright star amidst the pinpoints of light in the heavens, and had been repeatedly remarked upon by the men when her back was turned. Only the gentility of the men prevented their ogling her as the cab driver had done that very afternoon. That and the assurance that before the night was out many might have their way with her.

Susie was encouraged to imbibe in various spirits that were passed about the table. After partaking of the fourth glass, this one from a bottle of Chardonnay that was making the rounds, she wondered if she had been made a guest at a wine tasting party. Did Elaine own a host of vineyards in France? Except for bits of cheese, no food was made available to the guests.

"Drink up Susie," a girl named Cindy, sitting at Susie's elbow, urged. Obediently Susie downed the glass. Cindy was only a year or so older than herself and Susie felt embarrassed at the implication that she couldn't hold her liquor as well as the next girl.

A butler appeared with yet another bottle, this one being remarked upon as even more expensive than the four which had preceded it. Susie's glass, like those of the other guests, was refilled. Tentatively Susie raised her glass and sipped. She was beginning to feel tipsy.

"Do you have to drive yourself home tonight?" a girl sitting to Susie's left inquired.

"I don't think so, Elaine's limo brought me," Susie said.

"Then don't disappoint Elaine by not partaking fully of her wines," the girl, named Betsy, said.

"I'm trying not to," Susie said. "But, frankly, if I drink much more I'll have to go to the bathroom."

"That's the idea," Betsy said as Susie touched the glass to her lips once more. Susie's eyes widened. Cindy put her finger to the base of Susie's wine glass and resolutely lifted it upward, pouring the contents straight down Susie's throat. Susie gurgled. Betsy clasped Susie's free hand firmly. Susie put her glass down on the table. It had been emptied yet again. Cindy grasped her remaining hand. She pecked Susie on the cheek.

"Didn't Elaine tell you?" Cindy asked. "This is a pee party!" Susie gulped. Her eyes gaped.

"E-Elaine?" Susie said in a meek, trembling voice, casting her eyes toward the head of the table. The woman was gone.

"You're from Nebraska, aren't you?" Betsy asked, still holding her firmly with Cindy.

"Yes, but&emdash;"

"Well, I'll bet you've never even heard of such a thing in Nebraska," Betsy said. "But we have them here. I'll bet you'll be exposed to lots of new experiences while you're in L.A.!"

"But I don't want to be!" Susie said, her voice markedly louder. The other guests, however, continued chatting amongst themselves, either unaware of her predicament or simply ignoring it. The butler, too, seemed not to notice Susie's sudden imprisonment as he refilled her glass with yet another bottle of obscenely expensive wine.

Cindy and Betsy each downed the contents of her own glass while still holding on to Susie. The girls had an air of wanton unconcern as they poured down the fluid.

"Please let me go," Susie pleaded quietly to the girls. Betsy reached over and pinched shut her little nostrils. Susie gasped for air, opening her mouth. Cindy poured down the wine.

Susie gulped and spluttered. "I don't want any more!" Susie cried, shaking her head. As if prompted by this to deepen her degradation, Cindy and Betsy reached up and each grasped one side of Susie's decolletage. They tore open her gown. Susie's breasts tumbled out, her cherry nipples wiggling enticingly atop her bare mounds of flesh.

"I see the first of our females has been exposed," a man sitting across from Susie said. Now all eyes were upon her. She was about to protest when the man raised his glass.

"I propose a toast," the man said. "To what is her--?" the female sitting next to him leaned close and whispered in his ear. "Ah, yes! A toast to Susie's breasts!" A general cry of approval went up and the gentlemen and ladies raised their glasses and toasted the beauty of Susie's breasts. Susie blushed fiercely.

Next two men sitting on either side of a woman ripped open the front of her gown. She acquired a light blush as the glasses were refilled and a toast was made to her mammaries in turn. Cindy and Betsy, saying to Susie that they were only ensuring that she drank her fair share, made the toast for her and poured yet another glass of wine down Susie's throat. The people sitting across from Susie seemed to float upward a moment, along with the table. Susie realized she was becoming intoxicated, a condition she had understood would make itself evident before the night was out. Now, however, the impending fullness of her bladder made her tipsy aspect all the more undesirable. How could she possibly escape the clutches of the two vixens which flanked her if she couldn't even walk? Susie felt herself slipping into a daze as a third woman's blouse was torn asunder and she was forced to quaff yet another toast to feminine charms.

Susie noticed through the increasing haze of her vision that people were beginning to squirm in their seats. She herself gave her bottom a wiggle as her bladder neared its limit. Three butlers appeared and arranged a circle of pillows and cushions on the plush rug of the dining room floor. As Susie gazed over her shoulder at them, admiring their trim buttocks, intermittently interrupted by the demands of yet another round of wine, she noticed that they appeared to be making a large pit for some odd indoor campfire. Only when a beige tarp was spread over the declivity, arching up over the rims of the pillows, did the circle's use become apparent. It was to be a makeshift toilet!

Susie gazed around at the multitude of naked bosoms quivering before her. These women were so beautiful, their companions so handsome, and yet they were all about to be peed on! Susie felt both revulsion and wonder as two women rose and slipped off the remains of their gowns. If they were about to do what all the evidence indicated, Susie felt herself almost wanting to stay. What a riot it would be to see these coiffed, demure sophisticates submit to being no better than the bowl of a commode! Oblivious to their nudity (for they now wore nothing but earrings and heels, their gowns not having had any underwear beneath), the two women who had been chosen to go first were led by their males over to the tarp lined pit.

The women separated from their male escorts. They held each other's hand and stepped together onto the tarp. Another pair of mincing steps brought them to the center of the tarp, where they sank down and clasped each other. They kissed, then broke the contact of their lips to admire each other's nude bodies. Each woman clasped the outthrust breast of the other and gave it a reassuring squeeze. One bent and kissed the declivous slope of her friend's bosom. Softly they lay down upon the tarp and began stroking each other's torsos.

The pair of men who had led the two women over to the pit now unzipped their flies. Their erect penises sprang forth, throbbing with both the desire to ejaculate and urinate. Several women cast off their gowns and came forward to the men. They took their rods in hand while fellow females urged a last drink down the men's gullets.

"Come, our view is being blocked," Cindy declared, and with Betsy lifted Susie from her seat. Both girls had been the beneficiaries of the final rounds of toasting, and their naked bosoms now danced in concert with Susie's as they stood upright. The jiggling of the gourds subsided momentarily as the girls considered their path, then began quavering once more as they padded across the deep rug. As the girls walked their gowns slipped from them, hesitating momentarily about their hips before falling to their ankles. As if freed from shackles, the two girls stepped from the fabric even as they kept up their stride. Susie, stumbling, felt her mutilated gown fall away. Behind her a butler picked up the garment and, after retrieving several others, cast them into the flames of a small fire which crackled in a fireplace along the far wall.

Susie was helped into the large tarpaulin lined depression by Cindy and Betsy. Her protestations, slightly slurred by the liquor, seemed only to entice her captors. Susie was made to stand in the circle as Cindy and Betsy made bold to tug at the curls of her pubic hair. Susie squirmed, wobbling already from the drink and now made even more unsteady by the fingers of the two females at her labia. The girls were making her need to pee even greater!

A hand passed over the acclivous underside of her rear. One of the girl's fingers inquired between the cheeks of her bottom. Susie felt her urge to pee accentuate even farther. Cindy's hot breath wafted over Susie's right breast as Cindy bent forward. Betsy, too, leaned in over the breast of Susie that was nearest her. The light grazing of the girls' fingers gave way to a more rigorous appraisal of Susie's rump and vagina.

"Oh!" Susie cried aloud, her eyes gazing straight ahead, as Cindy found her way within the ring of her anus even as Betsy put a finger to the inner wall of her vagina. Susie felt a sparkling sensation between her thighs. Suddenly Betsy knelt and urged herself between Susie's legs. She turned her face upward toward Susie's tiny peehole and applied the pad of one of her fingers to Susie's clitoris. Betsy opened her mouth as Susie, shocked, looked down and involuntarily began to pee.

To Susie's acute embarrassment more than just her urine sprinkled down upon her female suitor. The crowd of guests broke off their amorous play to watch entranced as the beautiful young blonde standing before them cried out and suffered repeated convulsions. When Betsy drew her face out from between Susie's thighs it was bedewed with droplets of desire.

Betsy's cheeks, bespeckled with a baptism by Susie's loins, bulged with the debutante's pee. Cindy, who had knelt for a more intrusive inspection of Susie's bottom during the peeing, now pressed her face between Susie's thighs from behind. She parted her lips and Betsy poured Susie's libation from her own mouth into Cindy's. Then a woman stepped up to the girls and placed an empty decanter of wine to Cindy's lips. Cindy opened her mouth and, pursing her lips, let Susie's urine fall from between them into the glass carafe.

Next a decanter of mouthwash was produced and each girl received a mouthful of the sharp fluid and swished it around. They both still knelt, Cindy's hand placed upon the lower half of Susie's rump to steady her while Betsy kept her hand cupped upon Susie's pussy. As Susie swayed, attempting to keep herself steady, her clitoris grazed the inside of Betsy's palm.

When the girls had finished rinsing the insides of their mouths with Scope they each spat the fluid into an empty porcelain bowl which a woman held up to their lips. Then Cindy leaned through Susie's legs once more and extended her tongue. Betsy smiled as Cindy licked Susie's lovedrops from her face.

The two girls then rose and once again each grasped one of Susie's hands. Beyond them the attention of the crowd returned to the two women ensnarled in each other's limbs on the tarp. A man stepped forward and began peeing on the pair.

"Oh! We need to get away from here!" Betsy cried as some of the man's pee splashed onto her calf. Quickly the two girls hustled Susie off the tarp.

"I want to go home," Susie squeaked.

"You'll go home with a red bottom if you don't quit complaining," a man said firmly, in a voice that brooked no compromise. The voice in question proved to belong to a very rugged looking man with a sculpted chest and biceps. As if to reinforce his point he strode around in front of Susie and grasped her frail, narrow shoulders in his calloused palms. The crown of his erect penis pressed insistently against Susie's flat belly, as if to puncture it and inseminate her womb right there and then. Susie felt her will to resist melting before the man's intense gaze and realized that in more traditional circumstances she would have longed to bear his child.

"Girls," the man said, speaking now to all three nude females that stood before him. "I admired your little sport upon the tarp and would like to partake of it more intimately. What say the four of us go for a pony ride?" Both girls flanking Susie brightened at the prospect, like little girls being offered candy.

"But you don't understand," Susie objected. "I never intended to be a part of this&emdash;" The man placed his hand over her mouth.

"I don't know how you came to be here," the man said, "but I will tell you that if you utter one more complaint I'm going to put you right over my knee right here in front of all these people and spank the daylights out of you. Understand?"

"And if you're not good after that he'll take the whip to you, like he did me last time," Betsy chimed in.

"You'd best obey, dear," Cindy said, curling a strand of Susie's long lemon locks about her index finger.

"But where's Elaine?" Susie squeaked.

"Ah, ah, not another word," the man warned. Susie pouted, aware that the liquor she had imbibed left her with barely the power to stand upright, let alone fight or run away. She felt drowsy as the two girls led her off, with the man showing the way. Her eyes fixed upon his lean buttocks and she wondered idly what it would be like to pee right down into his bung hole.

A pit stop was made by the little foursome in a bedroom. Susie thought she was to be debauched right there and then, but despite the man's livid erection he asked only that the girls attire themselves in gloves and stockings. Susie was seated upon the bed. Its velour cover proved a comfort to her bare bottom. Her heels were removed by the man, whom she learned was named Steve, and he slipped a pair of opera length stockings up her legs. Each stocking had to be tied at its summit to keep it up. The string attached to the top of the stocking had bits of elastic sewn in. Each string formed a pretty little bow when tied. Susie's upper thighs bulged out over the top of each stocking.

Next Steve had Susie don opera length gloves, each of which again had to be tied to remain aloft, this time about Susie's upper arms. Susie fluttered her eyelashes as she gazed down at the amenities which Steve had provided her with. She knew there was probably a decadent purpose behind such accoutrements, but she was beginning not to care. Steve quietly slipped her stiletto heels back upon her feet as she admired his broad shoulders. Beside her Cindy and Betsy each attired the other just like Susie.

Out in back of the mansion several horses were tethered, apparently for the enjoyment of any partiers who might wish to make use of them. Her mind clouded and her mouth beginning to feel like a wad of cotton, Susie permitted Steve to hoist her up by her bottom onto a pony. Cindy and Betsy, each apparently as incapable as Susie of mounting herself, waited to be mounted by Steve in turn.

In the bedroom Susie had seen Steve drape a slim chain about his neck. Now she was to discover its purpose; once mounted Steve cantered over and leaned in to Susie to fasten a leather collar about her neck. Then he clipped the end of the chain to it and sauntered off on his horse. A moment later Susie felt a tug at her neck and her horse reluctantly responded to her movement by breaking his stance and trotting forward. Susie followed behind Steve, unable to do anything else. Cindy and Betsy drew up on either side of her, their breasts bouncing merrily as they headed off with Susie for their unannounced destination.

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