Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 79
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Office Slave
Chapter One
Veronica gave a toss of her coiffed hair and regained her composure.
With sure, easy steps she walked across the room to Robert. He gazed at
her warmly as she approached. The look in his eyes was one of pleased
surprise, as if she were even more beautiful than he imagined. Certainly
her bikini did little to conceal the charm of her body. The top looked like
little more than a strand of thread with two bra cups added as an
afterthought. To make matters even more enticing, there was not the
customary string tied about the neck to keep the cups from slipping down
off Veronica's breasts. With every step her bosoms jiggled freely,
threatening to bounce right out of her trifling bra.
Veronica's bikini panties left little more to one's imagination. The
front and back consisted of two small triangles of fabric, connected by
long, skinny strings about her flared hips. The strings tied in bows on
either side of her body. "Have I obeyed your instructions properly?"
Veronica asked, reaching Robert and accepting a glass of wine from his
hand.
"Very much so," Robert replied. "And your beauty exceeds my highest
expectations."
"How nice," Veronica purred, and took a sip of the proffered wine.
"Come," Robert said, directing her to a plush, leather covered chair.
"Let us discuss your prospective training." Veronica's leggy body made its
way to the offered chair and she daintily sat down. She crossed her legs.
"You must not do that," Robert said. "Uncross your legs. Do not hide
the beauty between." Obediently Veronica did as she was told. The
juncture of her creamy thighs came into view once more, at a better angle
than it had ever before been displayed to him.
"That's better," Robert said, taking his place behind his desk. The
chair in which Veronica sat was back just far enough to allow him to view
her knees and all that lay above unimpeded. For Veronica, it gave her an
added sense of security, as if she might be able to elude Robert if, in a
sudden fit of passion, he came at her. However when she heard the
rustling of Robert's maid in the background and remembered that she was
locked in, her discomfiture returned. She sat before Robert's desk like a
penitent waiting to make contrition for her sins, to confess all her
badness even as she strove to emphasize her good points.
"I wish to take you to the club tomorrow, for a private gathering,"
Robert said. "I had to assure myself of your physical perfection before, er,
sharing it with my companions there." Veronica regarded him for a long
moment.
"How do you know I don't have warts on my breasts, under my bra?"
Veronica asked. Robert cleared his throat and rose. Purposefully he
walked over to her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, sure that now he
would use her last statement as an excuse to finish her disrobement. She
followed his fingers as they sailed through the air that separated them
down to her nearest bosom. The pads of his fingers came into contact
with the thin, opaque material of her bra cup. Gently he massaged the cup
over her breast with the tips of his fingers, feeling the flesh hidden
beneath. Then, seemingly satisfied, he put his hand to her other breast in
turn, and felt it through the material of her skimpy halter as well. Never
once did he actually touch her flesh.
Robert straitened himself. He had felt, through the material of the
mini bra cups, everything underneath save the bud of each of her nipples.
Though he had flexed the supple cloth that passed for her cups, causing it
to rub against her nipple buds, his fingers had not done any touching
themselves. Nonetheless the excitement of the situation and the rubbing
of the material was enough to make Veronica's nipple buds stand up very
straight. By the time Robert was finished they poked insistently at the
lissome fabric of the cups, as if to pierce them.
"And what about the rest of me?" Veronica sassed, her legs open,
easily accessible to Robert's fingers.
"Yes, I should check down below as well," Robert remarked casually.
He lowered his fingers to the vee of fabric that just managed to cover her
pubic delta. With small, limber movements of his fingers he gently
massaged the soft triangle of cottony cloth that covered her there. Then
he passed on down to the lips of her labia, tracing them atop the cloth as
well.
"I must say I need another drink after that," Robert said. He stood
straight once more. His eyes looked into Veronica's. "You are a fine,
healthy young woman," Robert complimented her. "May I refill your glass
as well?"
"Please," Veronica said. Robert took her glass from her hand. He
turned and walked to the bar. Veronica rose and followed. "You forgot my
bottom," Veronica said mischievously as she watched Robert's trim
posterior retreat before her.
"Ah yes," Robert said, catching himself in mid-stride and turning
once more to face her. But Veronica had meanwhile pirouetted on her
heels so that her backside was now presented to his eyes. She reached
behind herself and plucked at the waistband of her bikini (which in fact
crossed not at her waist but a good three inches below it). She pulled the
rear panel upward until it was contained entirely within her bottom crack.
Robert bent close, their wine glasses both balanced between the
fingers of his left hand. With his right he just skimmed the surface of
Veronica's bottom cheeks. She nearly shivered with ecstasy at his touch.
He was so gentle, so considerate, so appreciative. "Flawless," Robert
breathed in admiration of her heinie. "Absolutely flawless." Then he rose
and proceeded the rest of the way to the bar.
Veronica found herself staring deep into Robert's blue eyes as they
stood face to face by the bar a few moments later, sipping their second
glasses of wine. Robert extended a finger and curled it underneath the
tiny string of Veronica's bra where it connected with her right cup. He
lifted the cup slightly. "What is this made of?" Robert asked.
"Lycra," Veronica said. She looked down at her breast. "I think. It's
as soft as cotton, though."
"Mmm," Robert said, gulping awkwardly as he swallowed a mouthful
of wine. He let his finger slip just underneath the corner of her cup,
feeling the underside of the fabric. "But I'll bet your breasts are even
softer." The back of his finger, from his fingernail down to the first joint,
had touched her skin as he lifted the cup. He let the tensile strength of
the string gently pull his finger back now, pressing it against her breast
once more. Veronica's flesh did indeed feel very soft, yet firm, like a
brand new downy pillow. Robert could restrain himself no more. He
twisted his hand around so that it came in contact with the flesh of
Veronica's breast. His thumb cupped the flesh underneath, where her cup
did not reach, while his fingers arched over the flesh surmounting her
nipple, where the cup left off trying. Easily Robert lowered his face to
her boob. He bared his teeth, offering Veronica a moment of fright as his
clenched teeth dropped near to her erect nipple bud. Then his teeth dipped
slightly southward in their glide down to her breast, coming to rest just
beneath her perky bud.
Robert squeezed Veronica's breast even as he lifted up her right bra
cup with his teeth. He exposed her nipple. Robert extended his tongue and
touched it to the tip of her straining bud. Veronica shivered. With little
strokes of his tongue Robert began to lave the bottom half of Veronica's
perky little bud. Then his tongue began to move in a circular motion,
wetting the bud completely, soaking it more with each pass. Veronica
swooned.
Suddenly a sharp crack seared across Veronica's bottom. She was
jolted back to her senses by the unexpected pain. With frightened eyes
Veronica turned her head to see Hypatia at her back with a switch. It was
about a foot and a half in length and made of a slim, pliant reed of bamboo.
Robert kept licking her nipple.
Wordlessly Hypatia drew back the stiff reed once more. "No!"
Veronica said with a stifled gasp. WHACK! came the switch again, sending
another painful shock across her nether cheeks. Robert lifted Veronica's
other bra cup with his teeth. She looked back at him to see his tongue
lower itself to titillate this other pointed strawberry of perfection. This
time he first traced a circle over over the smooth skin of her areola. Then
his tongue surmounted her stiff, petite areola and began to work on it in
earnest.
"Robert!" Veronica cried, trying to get his attention. Then she
gritted her teeth as a third stroke of the bamboo inflicted a stinging cut
upon her bum. With nimble fingers Veronica reached back behind herself
and grasped at the ribbon of cloth that traversed her pussy lips. She
meant to pull down upon it, to release the rear panel of her bikini from her
bum cheeks. Hypatia's hand came to her wrist. "Don't ma'am," Hypatia said
in broken English. "The fabric is delicate. The switch might tear it."
"What about my bottom?" Veronica cried, unsuccessfully trying to
twist away from Robert and confront the maid. Robert caught her behind
one of her thighs with his free hand and kept her from turning about. She
felt the cold stem of his cocktail glass pressing against her flesh, for he
also held his glass in that same hand that now so easily restrained her.
"Richard, my bottom-!" Veronica began, turning back to him as he
continued his work on her nipple. She winced as another blow fell upon
her bum.
"That is enough," Robert said between flicks of his tongue, and lifted
his hand from Veronica's thigh to wave the maid away. He straightened
himself and gazed down at Veronica's nipples. There was a sheen of saliva
on them. Then Robert's eyes drifted lower. Veronica did not have to guess
what part of her anatomy now held his attention. She watched as Robert's
fingers took up position on either side of her hips. He fingered the ties of
her panties. He would undo them, she knew.
But no! With the phrase, "Forgive my lust," Robert merely pushed
downward on the ties, dropping Veronica's front panel. Her bush displayed
itself to him. Robert stared at it a moment, drinking in each little curl of
soft brown hair. Then he touched the pads of his fingers to it. Finally his
fingers slipped down to slide beneath the waistband of her undies and
explore the recesses of her labia lips. Veronica watched a moment, then
let her head fall backward in a swoon of passion. His touch caused her to
flex her bottom cheeks, which burned all the more in remembrance of the
switch. "Spread your legs more," Robert said, his hand still exploring the
entrance to her vagina. Veronica did his bidding. Robert dropped to his
knees. He drew her bikini down a little more and then extended his tongue.
He began to lave her labia lips, tickling her clitoris.
Robert's arousal left a wetness between Veronica's legs. When his
head had finally been lifted from her Venus delta he ordered her to
straighten out her bikini. As Robert watched Veronica smoothed her
panties and bra back into place, plucking them from between her bottom
cheeks, covering once more her still stiff nipples. The pain in her bottom
still made her flinch.
"Does your bottom hurt?" Robert asked compassionately.
"Of course!" Veronica winced. "Wouldn't yours if it were hit with a
switch?"
"Why, I have no idea," Robert smiled. "You'll have to try it on me
sometime."
"I don't like S&M stuff," Veronica said with doleful eyes.
"All the more reason to do it then," Robert said. "You must face new
challenges and overcome your fears."
"What do you mean by "sharing" me with your companions at your
club?" Veronica asked accusingly.
"You'll have to wait and see," Robert replied simply.
"I don't like the idea of a gang-bang," Veronica said.
"I'll note that in your records too," Robert said. "Another fear to be
overcome. You promise to work me overtime with your inhibitions."
Hypatia appeared behind Veronica with her fur coat spread wide.
"I get the feeling you're through with me for the day," Veronica said.
She rubbed her bottom with one hand as she spoke.
"Yes," Robert replied. "But I'll have more for you tomorrow."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Veronica said, a look of feigned fright
coming to her face. She trusted Robert now, but only so far.
"Fear is an important catalyst for change," Robert said.
"What shall I wear tomorrow?" Veronica asked in a meek voice.
"A parcel will arrive this afternoon," Robert replied. He stepped
forward, clasped her jutting bottom cheeks lightly with his palms, and
kissed her. "Go now, I have work to do."
Veronica, clad once more in her fur, bottom smarting and pussy wet,
turned and was escorted to the door by Hypatia. As Veronica stepped
through the doorway she turned to see Robert looking at her. She blew him
a kiss.
Chapter Two
Veronica's bottom was still smarting when she sat down to dinner
that evening. Her husband noticed her squirm as she seated herself at the
kitchen table.
"Something the matter, dear?" her husband, named Benjamin, asked.
He looked up from a mound of computer printouts he had plopped by his
place. He adjusted the spectacles on his nose.
"Er, no, have some broccoli spears," Veronica urged.
"I already have some, dear," Benjamin replied. He squinted at his
wife, then returned his eyes to the accounts receivable listed on his
printouts. "Tch, Mortimer's behind again in his payments. I'll have to
notify the collection agency. Some people are just totally irresponsible,"
Benjamin tutted.
Veronica had received the parcel from Robert that afternoon. After
having worn a skimpy bikini for his pleasure that morning, she had
wondered what could be more outrageous than that. She had
underestimated Robert. Inside the parcel had been nothing but several
leather straps. Bondage gear. Nothing else. No blouse, no skirt, not even a
t-shirt.
"Dear, the baby's crying," Benjamin whined. Veronica's unsettled
reverie was broken. "Is something wrong dear?" Benjamin asked as
Veronica pushed back an errant strand of hair from her forehead and
reached across to quiet the baby.
"No, no," Veronica said softly. The baby had managed to knock over
her milk, fling her food onto her brother, and shit in her pants, all in the
space of 30 seconds. Veronica longed to leave behind this world with all
its responsibilities. She wished to be pampered by Robert. But Robert
seemed to have a taste for pain as well as pleasure. Veronica wriggled
her bottom once more. The last pangs of pain were fading now, but she
suspected that she would get more tomorrow.
The next morning Veronica dumped off the children at the day care
center and hurried home to dress for Robert. As she drove, hurrying to be
ready for him when he came, she wondered if she should continue the
relationship. Bondage straps. That was pretty heavy. Yet she had to
escape this domestic Hell she had married into. And having a fling with
the man next door was no way out. Only Robert had the financial
wherewithal to sweep her up and carry her away to new worlds. Of
course, she was very pretty, she knew that. She could meet other men.
But, somehow, Robert held a special allure for her. He was so charming,
so debonair, and yet underneath his European-style sophistication she
sensed a certain Nazi-like resolve. A tremendous will to dominate and be
obeyed.
At home Veronica stripped completely naked, save for earrings and
heels. Once more she unwrapped the paper of Robert's parcel. Inside was
a velvet pouch, and that opened wide to reveal the leather straps inside.
Veronica pulled out the first and held it up. The leather was black, soft,
and supple. From it dangled several heavy brass rings. Veronica had never
worn such a thing before. She flipped the thick strap over and read, in
primly stamped yellow letters printed on the inside of the strap,
"waistbelt." Veronica looped the belt around her waist and pulled it tight.
She buckled it.
Next Veronica drew out two straps that were each labelled on their
insides, "wrist cuffs." She wrapped them round her wrists and buckled
them. Ankle cuffs followed, and she caught a glimpse of her round
derriere as she bent over to secure each of her ankles in turn with the
leather anklets. Then she found two more straps, each of which was to be
looped just above her knees. Finally Veronica pulled out a thick leather
collar. She stepped up to the mirror and buckled this in place about her
neck. Her golden earrings glinted at her as she worked. When the collar
was in place she glanced down at her pumps. They too were of gold,
matching her earrings and the yellow of the brass rings. Each had a hole
cut in the front where several of her toes peeped through. At her ankle
each pump was secured with a slim strap that circled the base of her leg,
just above her foot.
Veronica checked her lipstick. Then, ever so lightly, she powdered
her face. There was little left to do save to put on her mink. She did so,
and then swirled admiringly before her mirror. Soon her own eyes would
not be the only ones upon her.
MOVIE REVIEW
by jsdiego@primenet.com
Just saw one called "Over the Wire" released by Triborough/Playboy.
A most refreshing thing was the unabashed display of the male sexual
organs. Now, usually, in a softcore erotic film, the penis, if ever seen, is
merely that of a urinary faucet. However, it is very rare to see a penis
that is a sexual organ, filled and engorged. That is what made the film,
"Over the Wire" so interesting. During the simulated sex scenes, where
the women are being caressed, their nipples sucked, the men actually
showed sexual excitement. How refreshing!! For some reason, for me,
seeing men with hard cocks in a soft core film is more exciting than
your typical boring porno film. If only they would then engage in real
sex, perhaps a glimpse here and there of penet ration, or sucking. Not the
gyno shots mind you, but real sex....with real stars.....That would be
entertainment!! Oh, and there is also a scene with a swollen bobbing cock
in the film "Angels and Insects" with Patsy Kensit. Seems her cousin is
screwing her in bed when her husband arrives. The cousin jumps from bed,
his cock bobbing stiffly as Patsy looks in amused.
AND IN THE END...
America no longer fights wars abroad. Now it fights ÔcrimeÕ
abroad.
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