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Andrew Roller
Oct 17, 2019, 4:06:28 AM10/17/19
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Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
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ER 1 Erotic Romances
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Andrew Roller Presents...
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Meeting Frosty
Chapter One
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Jeff stood by the balustrade on the terrace. The dying sun had given Venus life. It burned white hot above the dark sea. At this remove, the jewel bright stars gave no hint of the galactic war.
A colonel now, Jeff Carson was on leave from star command. He wore a midnight black tuxedo. Tall and muscular, the 38-year-old had a bister crew cut. His handsome face was clean-shaved.
He stood in the warm night with a cold bottle of beer. Condensate had made the bottle’s amber exterior moist. Watching the sea caress the beach at the bluff’s base, he was lightly assailed by the soiree’s sounds. They came mainly from the ballroom adjoining the terrace.
Sliding glass doors separated that room and its porch. The size of the doors was that of picture windows. Mauve curtains hid the party from Jeff’s view. Within, male guests like himself were attired as he was. Jeff heard gay amused cries from the female guests. Returning from rooms in the chalet where they had secluded themselves, the ladies were in dishabille.
Each would now be collared by her lover or husband. To the pink leather collar topaz jewels could be attached. Each crystalline jewel was hand carved. Though their hues varied, the design for each was the same. It was that of the male reproductive organs. The topaz penis was erect.
The night’s affair was a prostitution party. Jeff had purchased a handful of jewel dicks from the soiree’s hostess. To couple with a female guest, he was to pay her. This was accomplished by attaching a topaz penis to her collar. The ladies would compete to collect the most dicks, in the widest varieties of radiant colors.
The war’s demands had left Jeff unattached. He was without a wife or lover to donate to the sex fest. Buying the dicks for the party’s charitable purpose, he’d departed for the porch. Its luxurious furnishings, lit by flambeaus, were paired with oval nightstands. Atop the stands were coital supplies. These included colored condoms, flavored lubricants, vibrators, and dildos. Vases of flowers lent grace to the frank displays. The vases, some of which were antiques, stood upon carved waist-high pillars of marble. The terrace’s floor was surfaced with the same stone.
Jeff’s groin bulged with expectation. He hadn’t had a female for some time. Duchess Elayor, hostess of tonight’s event, had assured him he wouldn’t be out of place. It was she who’d explained to Jeff the planned proceedings.
“That makes me some sort of stud,” the colonel had objected. “Fucking mens’ wives in their face.” He was not yet in agreement with his loins’ intent. Frustrated, Jeff set his beer aside on a pillar.
The ballroom’s curtains were displaced by a man. A tuxedo clad servant, his uniform white, he was joined by a second servant. That man opened the glass door and its screen for a woman.
It was the duchess. Aged 60, the woman remained as elegant as her ancient seaside chateau. Her grey-streaked hair was in a bouffant. Conventional jewelry glittered upon her. She wore a black decollete gown of kid leather. It sheathed her once mouth-watering curves. Her gown, slit to her waist on both sides, gave ample view of her dominant’s boots. These were black kid leather with spiked heels.
A girl accompanied the duchess. Venus bare, but stockinged and gloved, bow-adorned and in pumps, the teen clutched a bunny. It was a comfort toy. White as her outfit, and wriggly revealed charms, the rabbit had long erect ears. Their faux interiors were pink satin.
The girl’s sapphire eyes met Jeff’s. A gasp broke from her wary face. She blushed, the points of her cantaloupe breasts yearningly peaked. Her gaze caught Jeff’s groin responsively rising.
Ann Elayor chuckled. Arm in arm with the girl, she held her hand. The girl’s blonde locks spilled to her bare flaring hips. Her lank hair swayed and halo-shimmered as Ann guided her onto the terrace. Jeff felt obliged to come to the pair. He met them in the torchlight as the curtains again veiled the ballroom.
The duchess made introductions. The 14-year-old was a partier’s niece. Katy Fairmount was being furnished to Jeff so he wouldn’t be stag.
“So you give me a child?” Jeff asked, disconcerted. The angelic blonde frowned.
“Sir, she’s intact,” Ann answered. A scarlet ferret was the exception to Katy’s bridal-white costume. The ferret was lace. Tied high on her slender right arm, the ferret announced her virginity.
“She must be spoilt by morning,” Ann said of Katy. “Her honor is yours, if you’ll have it. You needn’t limit yourself to her. In fact, I forbid this for either of you. Katy is much coveted.”
The teen grinned at Jeff in riposte. Her small teeth were pearls, her pink lips kiss-luring. Gloss and lipstick highlighted her mouth. Her young wobbly bosoms jutted, nipples tense. Katy’s belly was exquisitely slim. She had a dimple navel. The teen’s shapely hips had not yet gained the weight and child-bearing width of a woman’s. Her neatly groomed pubic fleece was a shade yellower than her long golden tresses. Katy’s pudenda was depilated. She had an innie vulva. Puffed and ardor-juicy, her oyster-tight quim was thickly smeared with KY.
“So, colonel,” Ann said, in what amounted to a benison. “You’ll begin with Katy. And she with you. Do not linger. Katy is collared for the contest. She will need many topaz penises to win.”
The duchess returned to the ballroom. Blushing anew, Katy shielded her lubed dell with her hand. Her hips squirmed as if with impatience. Indoors, an orgasmic cry surmounted the party’s music-laced hubbub.
Obligation again moved Jeff. Taking Katy by her naked hips, he sheltered her rabbit-bearing figure. She was warm as the evening and soft as her silk hose and gloves. Lightly tanned, her body was printed by an absent bikini. Katy’s cleft rear was as milk pale as her bosoms. Her tits pillowed against Jeff. From the ballroom, more orgasmic cries sounded. Katy gave an embarrassed giggle.
More than stag status restrained Jeff. Service in star command wasn’t without briefly snatched pleasures. Jeff had learned, in bordello assignations, eros’ variants. Pleasure could be joined with pain. Release awaited from beatings. Jeff favored a delicate, curvy waif like the one he now held. He spoke gently to Katy of his passion.
“Oh! That’s horrid!” the blonde rightly replied. Yet Jeff knew Ann’s affairs included such disports. The bare bottomed girl was unlikely to escape such diversions tonight.
Scoldingly, Katy told Jeff that she’d never been spanked.
“That makes you more tempting,” Jeff chuckled. Katy answered him with an insulting view of her pink tongue. Saliva glistened on it.
He seized her outcurving fanny. Dropping her bunny, Katy stood on tiptoe. Her gloved arms went surrender high as Jeff’s face bent to hers. She hugged Jeff’s neck. Their mouths sought a shared tasting; spit was swapped. Within the ballroom, a sound of lovemaking prevailed.
His groin hard against Katy, Jeff sought a deeper possession. His tongue invaded her warm oral redoubt. She gagged on the depth of his conquest. Jeff grudgingly let the teen off; she gulped in air.
Some of her swishing mane was pulled high. It was in a top-knot ponytail. A lace ferret, virginal white as her outfit, held it. Katy’s swan neck was bound by a white satin bowtie. Silver glitter accented its sheen while, beneath, she was collared to receive phallic charms.
Katy’s melon breasts grazed Jeff’s jacket with their points.
“You don’t got any kids?” she asked. She’d been told Jeff was single.
“No,” he replied, squeezing her nude flexing behind. Katy did not know her father. She opined that he might be displeased if he discovered her here.
“He could spank me,” Katy breathed, her eyes alight at the prospect. “But I’d have to take it, wouldn’t I? If it was from my daddy?”
“You would,” Jeff agreed. He relished the girl’s freshly-bathed smell. There was a scent of strawberry shampoo in her locks. Her glowing skin had a lingering odor of soap. Wafting sometimes from her slit was the lube’s cherry smell, and a hint of her quim-slickening lust. Hers was the libidinousness of a bride as yet in the chapel: artless yet curious.
“I want you for my daddy,” Katy purred. Jeff felt taken aback.
“I am only spending the night,” he averred.
“So you have a whole night to discipline me,” Katy answered. Her bare front ground against Jeff’s snake-large groin.
He scooped her into his arms. Supinely cradled, her stockinged legs kicking the air, Katy squealed. Jeff kissed her mouth. Katy’s stemming nipples invited his tongue to her lolling breasts. Her gloves were opera length. Fingerless, each was met by a lace sash at its apex. Her sashes were patterned and flounced. They were lucid, while Katy’s hose and gloves were semi-sheer. A bow like that at her throat ornamented each of her sashes. These sparkled on her sashes’ outer flanks.
Katy wore thigh-high stockings. Garters, near twins of her sashes, topped her hose. Their showy bows twinkled at the front of her legs. Her legs were filly long. Above her garters, her thighs were naked to her lubed, juicy cunt.
Her pumps had stiletto heels. Ivory-hued, they were patent leather and open-topped. Katy’s strappy pumps put a slim leather bow at the back of each of her feet. Her toenails were opalescent. Katy’s precociously long fingernails gleamed with the same iridescence.
Gold hoop earrings glinted in her face-wreathing mane. Her face was a pointed oval. A sheen of gold rouge was on her broad, blush-prone cheeks; her eyes were lightly mascara’d. The lashes of her elf large eyes were lush. She had slim eyebrows.
As for her nose, it was perky as a doll’s. Her bee-stung lips shared their generous appeal with her teats’ areolas. The ample halos of Katy’s breasts were bubblegum pink. Salmon rouge accented her stiff nipples.
Jeff made to exit the porch.
“Don’t leave frosty!” Katy whined. She meant her stuffed rabbit. A gift from Ann to calm her on this, her coming out night, the bunny had snared Katy’s affection.
Jeff returned Katy to a standing position. Retrieving her rabbit, he thumped it with an annoyed look to her bare joggly bust. Katy caught his changed mood. Jeff won a second showing of her tongue, joined by a fart noise and saliva spray on his jacket.
His phone rang. Taking it from his jacket, Jeff drew Katy close. Her warm tight waist was inviting to hold. The thought of marking her bumptious nude hiney played in his mind. He’d known a soldier who’d branded a whore’s ass in an effort to claim her. The soldier had been court-martialed.
“Colonel Carson!” A man’s voice said. General Raeps spoke from Jeff’s phone. His location was on the device.
“Sir?” Jeff replied, easing his grip on Katy’s nakedness. He did not put pleasure before duty. The blonde hugged Jeff’s broad shoulders. Frosty dangled from one of her dainty long-nailed hands by his ear.
“Hate to screw up your leave,” Raeps said. “But we’ve got a problem at Polaris.” Polaris was code for the troublesome Nohtyp quadrant. “I’m nearby and could use your advice.”
Jeff assented. Katy clung to his arm as he went indoors. The ballroom remained decorously appointed. Within it, however, carnal chaos reigned. Coupling was rampant in the room and beyond.
Katy shrieked. Hiding her puffed wet quim with her hand, she huddled to Jeff. A man without pants approached him.
“Through with her?” he gruffly asked the colonel, of Katy. The bosomy teen gave an offended gasp. Rubbing his sperm-drippy cock, the man’s intent was clear. Jeff slugged him when he wouldn’t step aside.
Two more men approached with brandished dicks. One, grabbing a liquor bottle, upended it as a weapon. He ignored its contents as they gushed out.
Katy screamed. Upending her, Jeff put the blonde over his shoulder. She dropped her rabbit again. It fell by the heels of Jeff’s black polished shoes as he stepped forward. Katy hung prone with her bare bottom toward their attackers.
Jeff was hardly a stranger to combat. He swiftly dispatched both civilians. Remembering Frosty, he asked Katy, specifically her ass, if she had him.
“Frosty’s a girl!” she replied. She added that she’d dropped her. Jeff located and recovered her bunny.
Holding the toy and bottom-high Katy, Jeff exited the ballroom for the chateau’s foyer. He encountered two servants and Ann.
“Sir!” she admonished Jeff. “The child isn’t yours.”
“He’s my daddy!” Katy answered, from her mane-spilling half at Jeff’s back. Her pale hiney mooned the woman.
“She’s mine for now,” Jeff said of Katy. The brief fight had elevated his pride. With this came a will to possess the girl. Jeff made Ann take Frosty. He gave Katy’s shapely derriere a walloping smack.
“Yooooch!” the blonde howled. Her apple round ass clenched and waggled. She clutched its orbing halves with her hands. Jeff took Frosty from Ann. To the hostess he said, of Katy,
“She’ll be returned to you well plumbed. With a rosy ass.”
“Whaaat?!” Katy shrieked. Her allegiance abruptly shifting, she begged for Ann’s aid. Katy’s little fists beat Jeff’s back as her pump-shod feet kicked the air. Striding with the shouldered teen, Jeff made for the chateau’s double-doored entrance. Its doorman did not dare give the colonel trouble.
“Daddy knows best,” Ann replied to Katy. It pleased her that Jeff looked to be giving the child some rough handling. A girl, in Ann’s opinion, was best broken to love’s demands with such things as a whip. Or a strong hand.
Jeff left the chalet with ass-high Katy. The starry night had acquired a moon. Sickle shaped, it reigned in heaven’s heights. Crickets murmured on Ann’s front lawn. They did so amid parked air and space craft. Jeff’s ship was on the chateau’s broad granite driveway.
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“That’s all there is. There isn’t anymore.” - Madeline
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Copyright 2019 by Andrew L. Roller. My wiener was not harmed in the writing of this story. ER, Erotic Romances, and NND, Naughty Naked Dreamgirls, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am at the following web sites:
1. https://andrewroller.wordpress.com I know very little about how to use the WordPress web site.
Use google.com or duckduckgo.com to surf to my WordPress web site.
2. asstr.org (alt.sex.stories text repository) Roller/
Instructions for accessing any author at asstr.org are at my WordPress web site.
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 1. Collector’s Edition!
Arcana: This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 1, version 4.0
——————————————————————————————————————————
Victorian style erotica. Reader discretion advised. This is a work of fiction.
-—————————————————————————————————————————
ER 1 Erotic Romances
——————————————————————————————————————————
Andrew Roller Presents...
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Meeting Frosty
Chapter One
————————————————————-NND————————————————————
Jeff stood by the balustrade on the terrace. The dying sun had given Venus life. It burned white hot above the dark sea. At this remove, the jewel bright stars gave no hint of the galactic war.
A colonel now, Jeff Carson was on leave from star command. He wore a midnight black tuxedo. Tall and muscular, the 38-year-old had a bister crew cut. His handsome face was clean-shaved.
He stood in the warm night with a cold bottle of beer. Condensate had made the bottle’s amber exterior moist. Watching the sea caress the beach at the bluff’s base, he was lightly assailed by the soiree’s sounds. They came mainly from the ballroom adjoining the terrace.
Sliding glass doors separated that room and its porch. The size of the doors was that of picture windows. Mauve curtains hid the party from Jeff’s view. Within, male guests like himself were attired as he was. Jeff heard gay amused cries from the female guests. Returning from rooms in the chalet where they had secluded themselves, the ladies were in dishabille.
Each would now be collared by her lover or husband. To the pink leather collar topaz jewels could be attached. Each crystalline jewel was hand carved. Though their hues varied, the design for each was the same. It was that of the male reproductive organs. The topaz penis was erect.
The night’s affair was a prostitution party. Jeff had purchased a handful of jewel dicks from the soiree’s hostess. To couple with a female guest, he was to pay her. This was accomplished by attaching a topaz penis to her collar. The ladies would compete to collect the most dicks, in the widest varieties of radiant colors.
The war’s demands had left Jeff unattached. He was without a wife or lover to donate to the sex fest. Buying the dicks for the party’s charitable purpose, he’d departed for the porch. Its luxurious furnishings, lit by flambeaus, were paired with oval nightstands. Atop the stands were coital supplies. These included colored condoms, flavored lubricants, vibrators, and dildos. Vases of flowers lent grace to the frank displays. The vases, some of which were antiques, stood upon carved waist-high pillars of marble. The terrace’s floor was surfaced with the same stone.
Jeff’s groin bulged with expectation. He hadn’t had a female for some time. Duchess Elayor, hostess of tonight’s event, had assured him he wouldn’t be out of place. It was she who’d explained to Jeff the planned proceedings.
“That makes me some sort of stud,” the colonel had objected. “Fucking mens’ wives in their face.” He was not yet in agreement with his loins’ intent. Frustrated, Jeff set his beer aside on a pillar.
The ballroom’s curtains were displaced by a man. A tuxedo clad servant, his uniform white, he was joined by a second servant. That man opened the glass door and its screen for a woman.
It was the duchess. Aged 60, the woman remained as elegant as her ancient seaside chateau. Her grey-streaked hair was in a bouffant. Conventional jewelry glittered upon her. She wore a black decollete gown of kid leather. It sheathed her once mouth-watering curves. Her gown, slit to her waist on both sides, gave ample view of her dominant’s boots. These were black kid leather with spiked heels.
A girl accompanied the duchess. Venus bare, but stockinged and gloved, bow-adorned and in pumps, the teen clutched a bunny. It was a comfort toy. White as her outfit, and wriggly revealed charms, the rabbit had long erect ears. Their faux interiors were pink satin.
The girl’s sapphire eyes met Jeff’s. A gasp broke from her wary face. She blushed, the points of her cantaloupe breasts yearningly peaked. Her gaze caught Jeff’s groin responsively rising.
Ann Elayor chuckled. Arm in arm with the girl, she held her hand. The girl’s blonde locks spilled to her bare flaring hips. Her lank hair swayed and halo-shimmered as Ann guided her onto the terrace. Jeff felt obliged to come to the pair. He met them in the torchlight as the curtains again veiled the ballroom.
The duchess made introductions. The 14-year-old was a partier’s niece. Katy Fairmount was being furnished to Jeff so he wouldn’t be stag.
“So you give me a child?” Jeff asked, disconcerted. The angelic blonde frowned.
“Sir, she’s intact,” Ann answered. A scarlet ferret was the exception to Katy’s bridal-white costume. The ferret was lace. Tied high on her slender right arm, the ferret announced her virginity.
“She must be spoilt by morning,” Ann said of Katy. “Her honor is yours, if you’ll have it. You needn’t limit yourself to her. In fact, I forbid this for either of you. Katy is much coveted.”
The teen grinned at Jeff in riposte. Her small teeth were pearls, her pink lips kiss-luring. Gloss and lipstick highlighted her mouth. Her young wobbly bosoms jutted, nipples tense. Katy’s belly was exquisitely slim. She had a dimple navel. The teen’s shapely hips had not yet gained the weight and child-bearing width of a woman’s. Her neatly groomed pubic fleece was a shade yellower than her long golden tresses. Katy’s pudenda was depilated. She had an innie vulva. Puffed and ardor-juicy, her oyster-tight quim was thickly smeared with KY.
“So, colonel,” Ann said, in what amounted to a benison. “You’ll begin with Katy. And she with you. Do not linger. Katy is collared for the contest. She will need many topaz penises to win.”
The duchess returned to the ballroom. Blushing anew, Katy shielded her lubed dell with her hand. Her hips squirmed as if with impatience. Indoors, an orgasmic cry surmounted the party’s music-laced hubbub.
Obligation again moved Jeff. Taking Katy by her naked hips, he sheltered her rabbit-bearing figure. She was warm as the evening and soft as her silk hose and gloves. Lightly tanned, her body was printed by an absent bikini. Katy’s cleft rear was as milk pale as her bosoms. Her tits pillowed against Jeff. From the ballroom, more orgasmic cries sounded. Katy gave an embarrassed giggle.
More than stag status restrained Jeff. Service in star command wasn’t without briefly snatched pleasures. Jeff had learned, in bordello assignations, eros’ variants. Pleasure could be joined with pain. Release awaited from beatings. Jeff favored a delicate, curvy waif like the one he now held. He spoke gently to Katy of his passion.
“Oh! That’s horrid!” the blonde rightly replied. Yet Jeff knew Ann’s affairs included such disports. The bare bottomed girl was unlikely to escape such diversions tonight.
Scoldingly, Katy told Jeff that she’d never been spanked.
“That makes you more tempting,” Jeff chuckled. Katy answered him with an insulting view of her pink tongue. Saliva glistened on it.
He seized her outcurving fanny. Dropping her bunny, Katy stood on tiptoe. Her gloved arms went surrender high as Jeff’s face bent to hers. She hugged Jeff’s neck. Their mouths sought a shared tasting; spit was swapped. Within the ballroom, a sound of lovemaking prevailed.
His groin hard against Katy, Jeff sought a deeper possession. His tongue invaded her warm oral redoubt. She gagged on the depth of his conquest. Jeff grudgingly let the teen off; she gulped in air.
Some of her swishing mane was pulled high. It was in a top-knot ponytail. A lace ferret, virginal white as her outfit, held it. Katy’s swan neck was bound by a white satin bowtie. Silver glitter accented its sheen while, beneath, she was collared to receive phallic charms.
Katy’s melon breasts grazed Jeff’s jacket with their points.
“You don’t got any kids?” she asked. She’d been told Jeff was single.
“No,” he replied, squeezing her nude flexing behind. Katy did not know her father. She opined that he might be displeased if he discovered her here.
“He could spank me,” Katy breathed, her eyes alight at the prospect. “But I’d have to take it, wouldn’t I? If it was from my daddy?”
“You would,” Jeff agreed. He relished the girl’s freshly-bathed smell. There was a scent of strawberry shampoo in her locks. Her glowing skin had a lingering odor of soap. Wafting sometimes from her slit was the lube’s cherry smell, and a hint of her quim-slickening lust. Hers was the libidinousness of a bride as yet in the chapel: artless yet curious.
“I want you for my daddy,” Katy purred. Jeff felt taken aback.
“I am only spending the night,” he averred.
“So you have a whole night to discipline me,” Katy answered. Her bare front ground against Jeff’s snake-large groin.
He scooped her into his arms. Supinely cradled, her stockinged legs kicking the air, Katy squealed. Jeff kissed her mouth. Katy’s stemming nipples invited his tongue to her lolling breasts. Her gloves were opera length. Fingerless, each was met by a lace sash at its apex. Her sashes were patterned and flounced. They were lucid, while Katy’s hose and gloves were semi-sheer. A bow like that at her throat ornamented each of her sashes. These sparkled on her sashes’ outer flanks.
Katy wore thigh-high stockings. Garters, near twins of her sashes, topped her hose. Their showy bows twinkled at the front of her legs. Her legs were filly long. Above her garters, her thighs were naked to her lubed, juicy cunt.
Her pumps had stiletto heels. Ivory-hued, they were patent leather and open-topped. Katy’s strappy pumps put a slim leather bow at the back of each of her feet. Her toenails were opalescent. Katy’s precociously long fingernails gleamed with the same iridescence.
Gold hoop earrings glinted in her face-wreathing mane. Her face was a pointed oval. A sheen of gold rouge was on her broad, blush-prone cheeks; her eyes were lightly mascara’d. The lashes of her elf large eyes were lush. She had slim eyebrows.
As for her nose, it was perky as a doll’s. Her bee-stung lips shared their generous appeal with her teats’ areolas. The ample halos of Katy’s breasts were bubblegum pink. Salmon rouge accented her stiff nipples.
Jeff made to exit the porch.
“Don’t leave frosty!” Katy whined. She meant her stuffed rabbit. A gift from Ann to calm her on this, her coming out night, the bunny had snared Katy’s affection.
Jeff returned Katy to a standing position. Retrieving her rabbit, he thumped it with an annoyed look to her bare joggly bust. Katy caught his changed mood. Jeff won a second showing of her tongue, joined by a fart noise and saliva spray on his jacket.
His phone rang. Taking it from his jacket, Jeff drew Katy close. Her warm tight waist was inviting to hold. The thought of marking her bumptious nude hiney played in his mind. He’d known a soldier who’d branded a whore’s ass in an effort to claim her. The soldier had been court-martialed.
“Colonel Carson!” A man’s voice said. General Raeps spoke from Jeff’s phone. His location was on the device.
“Sir?” Jeff replied, easing his grip on Katy’s nakedness. He did not put pleasure before duty. The blonde hugged Jeff’s broad shoulders. Frosty dangled from one of her dainty long-nailed hands by his ear.
“Hate to screw up your leave,” Raeps said. “But we’ve got a problem at Polaris.” Polaris was code for the troublesome Nohtyp quadrant. “I’m nearby and could use your advice.”
Jeff assented. Katy clung to his arm as he went indoors. The ballroom remained decorously appointed. Within it, however, carnal chaos reigned. Coupling was rampant in the room and beyond.
Katy shrieked. Hiding her puffed wet quim with her hand, she huddled to Jeff. A man without pants approached him.
“Through with her?” he gruffly asked the colonel, of Katy. The bosomy teen gave an offended gasp. Rubbing his sperm-drippy cock, the man’s intent was clear. Jeff slugged him when he wouldn’t step aside.
Two more men approached with brandished dicks. One, grabbing a liquor bottle, upended it as a weapon. He ignored its contents as they gushed out.
Katy screamed. Upending her, Jeff put the blonde over his shoulder. She dropped her rabbit again. It fell by the heels of Jeff’s black polished shoes as he stepped forward. Katy hung prone with her bare bottom toward their attackers.
Jeff was hardly a stranger to combat. He swiftly dispatched both civilians. Remembering Frosty, he asked Katy, specifically her ass, if she had him.
“Frosty’s a girl!” she replied. She added that she’d dropped her. Jeff located and recovered her bunny.
Holding the toy and bottom-high Katy, Jeff exited the ballroom for the chateau’s foyer. He encountered two servants and Ann.
“Sir!” she admonished Jeff. “The child isn’t yours.”
“He’s my daddy!” Katy answered, from her mane-spilling half at Jeff’s back. Her pale hiney mooned the woman.
“She’s mine for now,” Jeff said of Katy. The brief fight had elevated his pride. With this came a will to possess the girl. Jeff made Ann take Frosty. He gave Katy’s shapely derriere a walloping smack.
“Yooooch!” the blonde howled. Her apple round ass clenched and waggled. She clutched its orbing halves with her hands. Jeff took Frosty from Ann. To the hostess he said, of Katy,
“She’ll be returned to you well plumbed. With a rosy ass.”
“Whaaat?!” Katy shrieked. Her allegiance abruptly shifting, she begged for Ann’s aid. Katy’s little fists beat Jeff’s back as her pump-shod feet kicked the air. Striding with the shouldered teen, Jeff made for the chateau’s double-doored entrance. Its doorman did not dare give the colonel trouble.
“Daddy knows best,” Ann replied to Katy. It pleased her that Jeff looked to be giving the child some rough handling. A girl, in Ann’s opinion, was best broken to love’s demands with such things as a whip. Or a strong hand.
Jeff left the chalet with ass-high Katy. The starry night had acquired a moon. Sickle shaped, it reigned in heaven’s heights. Crickets murmured on Ann’s front lawn. They did so amid parked air and space craft. Jeff’s ship was on the chateau’s broad granite driveway.
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“That’s all there is. There isn’t anymore.” - Madeline
——————————————————————————————————————————-
Copyright 2019 by Andrew L. Roller. My wiener was not harmed in the writing of this story. ER, Erotic Romances, and NND, Naughty Naked Dreamgirls, are trademarks of Andrew L. Roller.
I am at the following web sites:
1. https://andrewroller.wordpress.com I know very little about how to use the WordPress web site.
Use google.com or duckduckgo.com to surf to my WordPress web site.
2. asstr.org (alt.sex.stories text repository) Roller/
Instructions for accessing any author at asstr.org are at my WordPress web site.
This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 1. Collector’s Edition!
Arcana: This is ER, Erotic Romances, issue number 1, version 4.0
——————————————————————————————————————————
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