Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 115
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Alice
Chapter One
"She is coming, I presume?" the man asked Belinda.
"I haven't asked her."
"Oh," the man replied.
"We shall be down in a minute," Belinda said, regaining her
composure. The man nodded, turned, walked out.
Belinda turned to Alice. "Forgive me," Belinda said. Tears came to
her eyes. Alice, despite her nudity, took on a look of deep compassion for
her weeping boss. "I must be whipped tonight," Belinda said. "Have you
ever been whipped?"
"Why, no ma'am!" Alice said, shocked. Belinda stiffened, regarded her
young charge. The tears stopped flowing.
"Please help me," Belinda said. "I cannot face him alone."
"What-what is going to happen to you?" Alice asked. Her nubile
young flesh seemed to shimmer before the woman, all curves and
compactness, guileless beauty.
"I-I'm into leather," Belinda replied. "It's my release from being the
boss all day. But it frightens me every time. Tonight I must be whipped
most severely, by a man who would dwarf Hercules in power."
"N-No," Alice said. She lifted a hand and touched the disheveled
locks that trailed across Belinda's cheeks.
"Please help me," Belinda said. "I swear he will not touch you. I
need you to be there with me."
"Of course," Alice said, without even considering the implications.
She had always helped people, unflinchingly, even when it seemed not in
her best interest.
"Come, we must dress you," Belinda said, and reached weakly for
Alice's blouse. She put it back on the girl.
A few minutes later the two females, looking as dignified as any
women of America's work force, walked briskly from the tall office
tower. A limousine was waiting for them. They entered it, the door held
open for them by the man who had sought them. Then the car sped away.
THE END
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Jack and Jill
Chapter One
Jill was just tidying up the cabin when Jack came back from the
cockpit.
"Nice flight," Jill smiled brightly. Jack always looked quite dashing
in his pilot's uniform.
"I see you survived the passengers," Jack murmured.
"Barely," Jill sighed. "There were enough crying babies on this plane
to qualify it as a maternity ward."
"I finally got some information on that exclusive club," Jack
confided.
"Really?" Jill exclaimed. For months now they had been hearing
rumors of a private resort for pilots and stewardesses. Membership was
by invitation only.
"They've got some place, or so I understand," Jack said. "Steam
rooms, whirlpool baths, indoor pools with slides...but they don't just take
individuals. You've got to sign up with another person of the opposite sex.
To keep out lonely hearts, I guess."
"I'll sign up with you!" Jill beamed. She had been dying to get away
from the grind of being an inflight hostess.
"Well, alright!" Jack agreed. "Get your stuff and come on, then. I've
got an appointment with a lady there in half an hour."
Jill and Jack were riding toward Waikiki several minutes later,
eyeing a gaggle of no-frills tourists as they clambered onto a city bus.
"Who would you have asked if I'd said no?" Jill smiled. She wondered
if she'd been the first stew Jack had asked to accompany him.
"Nobody," Jack said. "I'd have just tied you up and bundled you into
the nearest taxi." Jill gave Jack a light slap.
"Oh, you!" Jill cried mischievously. "I didn't know you liked me that
much."
"Well, now you do," Jack replied, and rested his hand on her bare
thigh.
Jack was stroking the inside of Jill's thigh, beneath her miniskirt,
when the taxi pulled up the driveway of the Waikiki Hilton. Jill, who had
been trying to suppress a squeal for the last five miles, breathed a sigh of
relief as Jack took his hand from her and rummaged for his wallet. A
moment later both of them had been escorted out of the cab by the hotel's
door man and were walking hand in hand toward the elevators.
At the appropriate floor Jack and Jill exited and headed toward the
suite number Jack had been given over the phone. After a moment of
looking they found it, and knocked on the door.
A girl no more than 20 opened the door and admitted them with a
smile. She wore a beautiful jacket with a deep decolletage with a
matching knee length skirt that hugged her hips. A pearl choker sparkled
about her neck. The girl introduced herself as Mindy and led Jack and Jill
into another room where a second girl, barely older than the first, rose
and lightly shook hands with the couple.
Jill was by now feeling quite comfortable, as she was the same age
as the girls whose job it apparently was to screen applicants to the
private club. The girl behind the desk introduced herself as Diane, and she
and Jill immediately fell into a friendly female conversation.
Diane did not dwell long in the realm of small talk, however. With
smooth professionalism she made a seamless transition into the reason
for the couple's visit. At this point Jack was deftly brought into the
conversation, and he related that he and Jill were looking for a place
where they could relax and blow off steam.
"We're a very closely knit group," Diane said after pointing out the
club's various facilities and the yearly dues, both of which were
substantial. "Not only must you be either a pilot or a stewardess, but you
must be attractive as well." Jill swallowed at this, then silently berated
herself for doing so. She was just as attractive as the sultry Diane,
although she was not wearing a dress that displayed her cleavage quite so
prominently. Jill glanced at Jack, and noticed that his eyes were still
fixed more on Diane's bust than her face as he conversed.
"Nudity is quite common on the club grounds," Diane went on. "Do
either of you think you would have a problem with that?" Jill and Jack sat
like mute stones for a second, then both nodded that they would not.
"Good, then let's see what you've got," Diane commanded. Jill and Jack,
seated on separate chairs placed next to one another, exchanged puzzled
glances. Diane rose from her chair behind the desk.
"Lower your pants, please," Diane said pointedly to Jack.
"You want me to undress?!" Jack cried.
"Have you ever been in the military?" Diane asked.
"Sure, that's where I learned to fly jets," Jack said.
"And what were you required to do before you were admitted?" Diane
said, her bust looming ever larger as she strode over to where Jack was
seated.
"Oh. Yeah. Strip naked...bend over...," Jack said, beginning to catch
Diane's drift.
"Well, I don't need you to get naked or bend over," Diane said. "But if
you're going to parade your penis around the club it's got to be the right
size."
"Uh, I dunno...it might be too big," Jack said. He unzipped himself,
remarking silently that while he had not expected to display his manhood
before two gorgeous females he certainly had little objection to it.
"Largeness is not a problem," Diane grinned. "At 25 I expect you'll
pop out fully hard," she added as she watched Jack reach inside his pants
for his prong. Sure enough, Jack's rod came out stiff and throbbing. Diane
reached down and stroked it several times to make sure it was at its
maximum extension. Jill eyed her jealously. Then Diane produced a cloth
tape measure and measured Jack's dick. Mindy appeared and wrote down
Jack's size on a pad.
"Mmm, ten inches," Diane breathed. "Now open your shirt so I can see
if your dick matches your chest." Jack, his penis still wobbling nakedly
from the opening in his trousers, began undoing the buttons of his jacket.
Diane loosened his tie and began on the buttons of his shirt. Mindy, seeing
that Jill was as yet still unexposed, walked over to her and, with a smile,
lifted up her skirt.
"Please pull down your panties a little, so Diane can inspect your
pussy," Mindy said softly to Jill.
"But I don't want to," Jill protested.
"I felt scared too at first, when I joined," Mindy said. "But the only
way to really have fun is to play without your clothes on."
"Did you agree to come with me?" Jack asked of Jill over his
shoulder as Diane bared his chest.
"Yes," Jill said testily. Perhaps out of envy of Diane's intimate
proximity to Jack, she tugged on her panties, pulling them down. The
panties, perhaps as reluctant as Diane herself, separated from her crotch
only after the waistband was already halfway down her thighs. Jill,
having raised her bottom slightly, plopped it back down on the chair.
Mindy touched her pubic hair and twirled a finger through its curls.
"How is she?" Diane, pleasantly preoccupied with Jack, asked Mindy.
"Small...tight...neat little pubic thatch," Mindy reported. "Spread your
legs a bit more, please," Mindy said to Jill. The girl hesitated for a
moment, then obeyed. Mindy touched a finger to Jill's slender labia lips
and then intruded inside, up to her first knuckle.
"Jack!" Jill cried, squirming in her chair but otherwise still dutifully
holding up her skirt. Jack reached over and stroked Jill's long blonde mane
with his hand. Diane kissed his chest and then knelt and introduced the tip
of his penis to her lips. She ran her tongue around the flange of Jack's
penis as she dipped a hand into his trousers to squeeze his balls.
"Mmm, nice and tight," Diane remarked of Jack's testicles. "And full.
Do you think you can save it until tomorrow night? I want more time to
admire your loaded balls."
"You can admire them now all you want," Jack said. Beside him Jill,
despite the finger up her pussy, appeared most concerned with the
intimacy between Diane and Jack.
"No, any more now would be unprofessional," Diane said, and rose,
releasing him. She turned to Jill, who sat looking glum and afraid as
Mindy withdrew her digit from her and popped it into her mouth.
"Tasty!" Mindy remarked. Diane gave her a scolding glare.
"I must see your breasts as well dear," Diane said matter-of-factly
to Jill. Mindy, meanwhile, skipped over to Jack.
"I want to see your great rod too," Mindy exclaimed. She ran her wet
finger around the crown of Jack's penis.
"Don't make him come!" Diane warned, glancing back over her
shoulder as she undid Jill's blouse for her.
"I won't," Mindy said, letting go of Jack's dick. "But I'd like to." She
smiled at Jack. Then she leaned forward and pecked Jack on the cheek.
The swell of the upper half of her bosoms was not lost on Jack. As Mindy's
lips touched Jack's cheek he lightly squeezed her right breast.
"Put your dick away," Diane told Jack.
"Here, I'll help you pack this monster away," Mindy said brightly to
Jack of his dick. She knelt down and began struggling to get his fully
erect penis back inside his pants.
Diane's fingers pulled apart Jill's blouse, revealing a frilly white bra
beneath.
"So modest," Diane muttered of Jill. She reached around behind Jill's
back and fought with the clasp of her bra. Her eyes glanced down at Jill's
little United vest, which lay in a heap about her waist. "Your vest gives
you support, you know. You don't really need a bra," Diane said to Jill.
"I-I guess so," Jill said. Diane released the clasp and Jill's
restrained breasts gave a visible surge forward. Diane smoothed Jill's bra
straps off her shoulders, revealing her creamy white mammaries.
"You'll be able to get an all-over tan at the club...if you want one,"
Diane said to Jill. She cupped Jill's white breasts in her hands and
weighed their fullness. "Mmm, I'm jealous," Diane said of Jill's breasts. "I
wonder how big these are?" Diane got out her cloth measuring tape again
(which she kept in her bust) and ran it around Jill's breasts, abjuring the
girl to sit up straight.
"Gosh! You and I are the exact same size!" Diane exclaimed to Jill.
"We can trade bras."
"I thought you didn't wear one?" Jill, still slightly sullen, asked.
"I don't in public," Diane replied. "But I do in private...without a
blouse." Diane leaned forward and kissed Jill lightly on the lips. "Now get
dressed. I've got another appointment due any minute."
"Unh! That was tough!" Mindy exclaimed, wiping her forehead with
the back of her palm. "But fun." She beamed at Jack, and at the bulge in
his zippered up trousers where the penis she had finally managed to get
back under cover lay.
"Our next meeting is tomorrow night," Diane informed Jack and Jill
several minutes later as Mindy helped Jill close up the last buttons on her
vest. "Dress formally, but not stiffly. As newcomers you're expected to
show up for cocktails so everyone can get to know you. Cocktails are at 4,
to give us time for some dancing and games before dinner. After dinner
you'll each be required to select a small ritual to undergo for admission to
the club."
"A ritual, eh?" Jack said. "How's fucking you sound?"
"You'll be given several choices, but laying me is not one of them,"
Diane said smartly. "However, I beg you not to release that heavy load of
yours until tomorrow night."
"That's a tough request," Jack said. "But for you, I'll do it." Had Jack
known what Diane had in mind for his poor balls he would have
masturbated on the spot.
Several minutes later Jack and Jill were walking briskly, hand in
hand, along the busy sidewalks of Waikiki toward a restaurant Jack had
suggested. The close observer would have noticed that their clothes were
slightly disheveled, and their stride somewhat stiffer than the lolling gait
of the natives and tourists around them.
"Well, what did you think?" Jack asked Jill. "I swear I didn't know
they were going to undress us."
"If those girls weren't my age I would have gone screaming out of
there," Jill remarked. "But I felt embarrassed. They seemed so sure of
themselves...so sophisticated...so worldly...even that silly girl Mindy."
"Don't feel bad," Jack consoled her. "They interview people every
day...or often, anyway. You can understand how they wouldn't want a bunch
of ugly bastards roaming around that nice resort of theirs. It would, you
know, spoil the decorum. You look very beautiful in the nude and you
shouldn't be ashamed of it."
"You don't look bad yourself," Jill smiled. "I didn't know your dick
was that large!"
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