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Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Sponsored by: JOE CAMEL
Issue No. 284
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Pussy Playland
Chapter One
I felt large calloused male hands clasp my bare bottom cheeks. I had
not gotten my panties pulled back up and now it seemed too late. They
bunched under my bottom and I reached back behind myself to draw them
up but the male at my heinie brushed my hands away. It was the same man
IÕd mooned!
ÒYouÕre in luck, dear,Ó Tabitha said to me, still holding my head down
so I couldnÕt stand up. ÒYou managed to offend one of HollywoodÕs top
agents. If you were a male, that would be fatal. But as a female, itÕs
possible for you to redeem yourself. Stuart, donÕt you like to spend your
recreational time on the weekends introducing aspiring starlets to the
business?Ó
ÒWell, I introduce their business end to the business...Ó Stuart said.
His voice sounded lusty, almost as if he were having to restrain himself
from some overwhelming desire.
ÒShe has one of the prettiest bottoms weÕve ever had here, donÕt you
think?Ó Tabitha asked Stuart in a conversational tone.
ÒIÕd love to...Ó Stuart began, but his voice broke off as his huge palms
squeezed my little cheeks impulsively. He seemed to want to lay claim to
me and make me his own. I felt like a deer caught in a hunterÕs trap.
ÒDo you want to spank her, like you do all the other girls you meet?Ó
Tabitha asked Stuart.
ÒI... usually donÕt confine myself to just a spanking,Ó Stuart replied.
His hands gripped my ass harder. I wanted to cry out, the pressure of his
grip and his fingers was so hard. Beth, holding an unwrapped bon-bon,
slipped a finger into the front of StuartÕs Speedos. Very nonchalantly, and
with an ease and grace that made the whole thing impossibly silly in its
simplicity, she drew the front of StuartÕs swimsuit down and released his
cock. Stifled for so long, it sprang out like a hungry animal. His dong
whacked my heinie and I felt a large dollop of pre-cum splat onto my
bottom. Wiggling freely behind me, Stuart let out a great sigh. I heard a
chorus of ooohs and aaaahs from the assembled females. Then, not to have
their own boyfriends outdone, they loosed them in turn. Soon each female
was not only looking with admiration at the man sheÕd freed, but was
comparing him to all the other men, who now stood with their swimsuits
pulled down so that their cream-covered cocks could waggle freely, as God
intended, in the cool air of the room. Outside I could hear the rain coming
down hard. WeÕd just escaped it in time. I guessed the beachgoers had
left the water to escape any lightning and were huddled up along the
seawall under their umbrellas. I felt the warmth from our nearby fire
against my skin. We were safe and dry, but I was unfortunately bent over
and had a man angry with me.
ÒDarling, as a new applicant to our club you must, of course, be
tested sexually,Ó Tabitha told me as I admired my knees. ÒSchool tests
you academically, a boss might test your aptitude for typing, but here we
are concerned only with your sexuality. Your cunt, your hiney hole, your
nipples, and your mouth and your hands and all those parts of you that are
or can be made sexually responsive. First, you must be stuffed. All girls
are when they first join the club, to awaken them to their full potential.Ó
Tabitha stroked my long blonde hair with her fingers as she spoke to me.
Her touch was light, but I knew I mustnÕt stand. It would just get me even
more into trouble, and I seemed to have let myself in for more than I
wished already. Stuart held my bottom possessively, as if someone else
might steal me from him if he backed away. Which, indeed, was almost
bound to happen, given how many hard, hunky guys we had in the room. Any
one of them would have wowed me and my friends right out of our bikinis
if heÕd come striding down the beach. Even as little girls, before weÕd
grown breasts and could make handsome men notice us, weÕd sit playing in
the sand and watch them go by and dream of being kidnapped and undressed
and, well, whatever it was men did to females. Raped, I guess. Told what
to do and made to be their obedient little slaves. We would wonder how
many girls a man could father in us as he walked by (never mind that we
were too young to get pregnant). We had a theory that the fuller he was in
his swimsuit, the more babies he could make. Silly, of course, but we
thought it was true. Now I had Stuart behind me and he was armed with a
dong my friends and I, as little girls, would have agreed could father the
ÔmostestÕ babies. I squirmed to try to escape his grip but he tightened his
fingers upon me.
I found myself sniffing BethÕs bon bon. She was holding it under my
nose. ÒYouÕll want to lick it, honey. ItÕs going up your ass,Ó Beth told me
frankly. I felt my tummy flip. For a moment I just stared at the bon bon,
feeling queasy.
ÒLick it,Ó Stuart told me gruffly. Oh, I wanted to cry out for Alex
but he had betrayed me! Feeling a bit of anger rising within me I stuck out
my tongue and tentatively licked the bon bon.
ÒMore,Ó Beth told me. ÒGet it wet. It needs to be wet or youÕll feel
like an ox being gored.Ó I licked again, letting my tongue lave the bon bon
completely with my saliva. When I withdrew my tongue it was all
chocolaty. ÒVery good,Ó Beth said. Still holding the bon bon, she took it
from my lips and presented it to my bottom hole. I felt Stuart thumb my
tight little cheeks apart. Beth brushed back her hair from her face, bent
over my butthole, and pushed the bon bon against my sphincter. My ring of
flesh resisted, but the bon bon was slick and wet. A puff of air escaped
my lips, which parted into a pretty O. At the same time I felt the bon bon
slip within my hole. Stuart, his cock dripping cum, shoved his penis tip
against the bon bon as it sunk with me. I gasped as Stuart persuaded it
deeper by jabbing at it with his cock.
ÒOhhhhhh!Ó I cried. I felt StuartÕs manhood push almost within me to
the flange of his bulbous cockhead. Then, finding me too tight to go
deeper, he withdrew himself. Beth presented me with another bon bon.
Hesitantly I licked it. Before I could stop myself, IÕd made it as wet as
the first. I was feeling heady with the blood rushing down to my head and
my bottom felt warm and loved. StuartÕs hands still gripped me like a calf
about to be branded. Beth bent, put the second bon bon in me, and Stuart
jabbed it up my chute with his big cock.
The procedure continued. With fearful licks I wet each bon bon and
it was then pressed within my heinie hole by Beth. Stuart made sure each
one went up as far as his big dick could push it. I never felt him past the
flange of his cockhead, he was so big, but each jab from him pushed not
just the newest bon bon into me but all the others that had preceded it.
Soon I was as full in my bottomhole as a plastic candycane thatÕs stuffed
with chocolates for Christmas.
Gently Stuart drew the seat of my panties back up over my fanny.
Tabitha took her hand off my head and let me stand up. When I rose, my
face flushed and gasping at my plight, she kissed me lovingly on my lips.
ÒYes, dear, welcome to the club,Ó Tabitha said to me. And boy, did
she mean it. I was topless but wearing clamps over my nipples. I was
permitted a bikini bottom but I had whipped cream squirted all over my
pussy and chocolates up my ass. The only part of me that was left
unviolated and untested was my cunt. And now Tabitha spoke quietly a
sentence that sent chills down my spine.
ÒLouis is going to fuck you in your cunny while you have the
chocolates up your ass,Ó Tabitha told me. ÒAnd your pretty mouth is going
to suck off your boyfriend Alex.Ó I let out a shocked cry of alarm but she
shushed me by putting a finger to my lips. ÒYou must still respect Alex
even if you donÕt like him anymore,Ó Tabitha said.
ÒBut he--!Ó I began.
ÒThis is a sex club, darling, not a bible club,Ó Tabitha said. Her
voice was polite but firm. ÒWe are here to share and share alike. YouÕll
get to know all the members.Ó
ÒAnd their members,Ó Beth giggled. Tabitha shot a glance of
disapproval at her for cracking such an amateurish joke. She flushed a
little and looked down at her toes. Then, as if to redeem herself, she took
a bon bon from the bowl, unwrapped it, and bent over and pulled down the
back of her panties. As I watched, Tabitha palming and palping my breasts
and Stuart stroking my thighs, the two of them enjoying my body, Beth
licked the bon bon she was holding and put it into her own bottom!
Fascinated, two men standing behind her watched with gladdened eyes.
She was bold and they knew it boded well for them should they be lucky
enough to get her. Their own girlfriends, seeing their ardor, fondled their
dicks to remind them that they already had willing females standing right
beside them.
ÒThere is no reason to wait any longer,Ó Tabitha observed. She
kissed my neck and my slim well-tanned shoulders. My bosoms, white and
untanned, stood out in stark contrast to my brown limbs and belly. She
hefted my bosoms in her hands and squeezed them appreciatively. I
wished she would take off the clamps but she seemed to have no interest
in that yet. Instead she turned, called out to Alex to beckon him, and then
walked me from the room. Her arm clasped me round my slim waist. She
whispered sweetnesses into my ear to reassure me. I felt all queasy in
my belly but Stuart, walking along beside me, opposite Tabitha, let me
know by a firm hand on my jiggling ass that I had nowhere to run to. Beth,
feeling a little funny with a bon bon up her butt, followed us.
We walked down a hallway and for a moment it seemed the most
natural thing, me just walking with two friends, albeit feeling a mite
uncomfortable in my heinie. The carpet was soft and soundless under my
high-heeled sandals. My bosoms, weighted but otherwise free, jostled in
front of me, making me feel their presence with their every fleshy jiggle.
In my panties my cunt was warm and very moist. The whipped cream
seemed to have invaded me but its chilliness had warmed to the
temperature of my body. It had begun seeping from the lowest portions of
my panties and running like sperm down the insides of my thighs. I felt
fucked but IÕd not been touched yet. I was indubitably female. I heard
Alex and Francis following, with Beth just behind me.
We stepped through a door into an elegant bedroom. There was a
huge master bed, made of cherry wood. Its sheets and cover were already
turned back. Beside it, on a night table, sat a large bowl with neon
condoms piled in it. Around the bowl stood vials of ointment and tubes of
cream.
The bedroom was papered with flowery rose wallpaper. In one
corner stood a large fishtank, bubbling away, with long green reeds waving
in its depths and little fishes swimming amongst them. I spotted a baby
red grouper. The fish stared at us with wide, unknowing eyes.
Trailing out from under the pillow on the bed was the tail of a
something. For a moment I was about to scream, thinking there was a
snake in the bed. But I gulped and saw, as we drew closer, that it was not
a snake I saw but the tail of a snakeskin lash. Coiled around the two posts
that framed the bedÕs headboard were slim white ropes. Tabitha guided
me to the bed and made me sit down on it. ÒTake off your panties, dear,Ó
she told me frankly. She did not wait to see that I obeyed but turned away
and pulled open a cupboard within the night stand. She lifted out a large
porcelain punch bowl. She turned to the men amongst us.
ÒLetÕs pee now, gentlemen, so we donÕt have to interrupt things
later,Ó she announced.
holy joeÕs DUNGEON OF DISCIPLINE
For Kids Only!
ÒIn certain situations, say many pediatricians, a whack on the
bottom may be good parenting.Ó
- Time, August 25, 1997, pg. 65.
Indeed! I couldnÕt agree more. Recently, somebody told me I needed
to make a contribution to society. They told me I needed Òto give
something back.Ó Being a penniless hobo, I was at a loss. What could I
give back? Then, seeing a little girl run into the street, I thought,
ÒSpankings! THATÕs what I could give back.Ó
I know you parents are very, very busy these days. Work, more work,
and a U.P.S. strike on top of all that. You donÕt have time to cook. You
order Chinese food, or a pizza. And no time to clean. You hire a cleaning
lady and take your clothes to the cleaners. Our society today is full of
subcontractors. So I thought, Òa discipline subcontractor! ThatÕs just
what todayÕs busy parents need to keep their kids under control.Ó
I snuck into the junk yard after dark. I got some wood, some nails,
some pipes, an old steel ladder. I found a vacant lot in Manhattan Beach,
where a preschool used to be. And there, working all night, I built the
worldÕs first dungeon -- for kids only!
Now, I do not accept just any children at my dungeon. First of all, no
teenagers. Sure, it would be fun to make teeny-bopper girls strip off their
little white bras and panties, and bend over for me. But somehow or other,
IÕll bet IÕd get in trouble. I donÕt want any problems with law
enforcement. So, I am only accepting bona-fide children. Your child must
be between the age of 3 and 9 in order to be accepted as a pupil at my
dungeon. (Plus, IÕm less likely to get a hard-on if the girl is 9, instead of
10, 11, or 13. So... no 10-year-olds. Just 9 and under, please.)
The next requirement is that your child must be a female. No boys
allowed. I know, I know, youÕll think IÕve got some perverted, sexual
reason for this. Hardly. Girls are different from boys. I CANNOT be
switching back and forth between the personalities of boys and girls. ItÕs
just too confusing. Girls must learn to obey, and listen, and sew, and sing,
and dance. Boys, on the other hand, must learn to like dirt and yell and kill
people. You can see how it would be confusing, trying to train two
entirely different genders of children at the same time.
Next: Your daughter MUST be pretty. IÕm going to be getting a lot of
requests for my discipline service. There has to be some way to limit the
demands made on my service. HereÕs how I figure it. Ugly girls and fat
girls usually donÕt get much attention from boys. This makes them feel
depressed. Being unhappy, about all they do is sit around and mope. It may
not be fun to have such a child around, but that sort of child isnÕt naughty.
We all know who the naughty girls are, donÕt we? The ones who are
very, very cute. Everyone compliments them on their looks. Usually,
having such a beautiful child, their parents spoil them. Presto! Next thing
you know, youÕve got a rotten, spoilt, 9-year-old brat on your hands. This
is when you need to get in touch with me.
1-800-SPANK ME is my number. DonÕt worry, my dungeon is now
complete and fully equipped to handle your naughty daughter. I have 12
homemade paddles. Five riding crops, of varying thicknesses. Six
schooling whips. Plus, at great expense, I managed to secure a bona-fide
bullwhip!
Holy JoeÕs Dungeon of Discipline doesnÕt stop there. No, I also have
butt plugs, anal enemas, vaginal douches (for those very naughty girls,
who are already Ôdoing itÕ), and many, many other items of punishment that
IÕd rather not mention, lest some innocent child read of them and have to
visit my Dungeon for corrupting her mind on the Internet!
DonÕt get in trouble for hitting your child. Let me handle that. As a
licensed discipline professional, I am capable of executing the finest
possible Discipline Plan for your child. I had to visit two dozen
Mistresses to learn all I know and, if nothing else, you donÕt want your ass
to suffer like mine did, learning all about punishment. (Incidentally, my
discipline license was granted by Mistress Mammary, who awarded it to
me after whacking my ass 200 times in her dungeon in East Los Angeles.)
I know, I know, youÕre still worried about letting a pervert handle
your daughter. Trust me. I think about little girlsÕ bottoms all the time. I
probably know more about your daughterÕs bottom than you do, Ôcause I sit
around looking at little girls all day long! (As part of my Continuing
Education as a Licensed Pediatric Discipline Professional, not because IÕm
a pervert.) If you whacked your daughterÕs bottom, you might do so
inexpertly. After all, do YOU sit around staring at little girlsÕ bottoms all
day? I doubt it. At most you might look at womenÕs bottoms. But
womenÕs bottoms are very different from little girlsÕ bottoms. Women
have big, wide, saggy bottoms. Little girls have small, high, tight
bottoms. You could probably whale away on some womanÕs ass all day, and
not injure it. But a little girlÕs bottom is very tender, very soft... you
know, ÒSoft, like a babyÕs bottom.Ó Hence, you need a Licensed Pediatric
Discipline Professional to handle your daughterÕs bottom.
DonÕt let your daughter grow up to be a slut. TodayÕs bratty, spoilt
9-year-old is tomorrowÕs family embarrassment, peeing for all the world
to see in Penthouse magazine. Does your daughter have long, soft,
feminine hair? Uh, oh. Is she slim, with a narrow waist and hips that are
already beginning to flare? Uh, oh. Does she have long legs? Uh, oh. Does
she have a deep golden tan, from playing all summer at the pool? Uh, oh.
Is she already growing tits? UH OH! Your daughter needs help fast! Bring
her to me! IÕll handle her! Remember that number: 1-800 SPANK ME.
A final note: Does your daughter look like Brooke Shields did, at age
nine? Then she gets in at half price! After all, we donÕt want YOUR
daughter to pose nude in Pretty Baby at age 12, do we?
(Heck -- IÕm so concerned about your childÕs morality, if your
daughter looks like Brooke Shields, IÕll discipline her for free!)
AND IN THE END...
ATTENTION, CHRISTIANS
ÒThe truly new work of art, like a prophet, has to be scorned and
stoned by the ignorant mob before ascending into museum heaven.Ó
- Robert Hughes, American Visions, Episode 5.
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