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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 I’d mooned!
“You’re in luck, dear,” Tabitha said to me, still holding my
head down so I couldn’t stand up. “You managed to offend one of
Hollywood’s top agents. If you were a male, that would be fatal. But
as a female, it’s possible for you to redeem yourself. Stuart, don’t
you like to spend your recreational time on the weekends introducing
aspiring starlets to the business?”
“Well, I introduce their business end to the business...”
Stuart said. His voice sounded lusty, almost as if he were having to
restrain himself from some overwhelming desire.
“She has one of the prettiest bottoms we’ve ever had here,
don’t you think?” Tabitha asked Stuart in a conversational tone.
“I’d love to...” 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
hunter’s trap.
“Do you want to spank her, like you do all the other girls you
meet?” Tabitha asked Stuart.
“I... usually don’t confine myself to just a spanking,” 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 Stuart’s Speedos.
Very nonchalantly, and with an ease and grace that made the whole thing
impossibly silly in its simplicity, she drew the front of Stuart’s
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 she’d 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. We’d
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.
“Darling, as a new applicant to our club you must, of course,
be tested sexually,” Tabitha told me as I admired my knees. “School
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.” Tabitha stroked my long blonde hair with her
fingers as she spoke to me. Her touch was light, but I knew I mustn’t
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 he’d come striding down
the beach. Even as little girls, before we’d grown breasts and could
make handsome men notice us, we’d 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
‘mostest’ babies. I squirmed to try to escape his grip but he tightened
his fingers upon me.
I found myself sniffing Beth’s bon bon. She was holding it
under my nose. “You’ll want to lick it, honey. It’s going up your
ass,” Beth told me frankly. I felt my tummy flip. For a moment I just
stared at the bon bon, feeling queasy.
“Lick it,” 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.
“More,” Beth told me. “Get it wet. It needs to be wet or
you’ll feel like an ox being gored.” I licked again, letting my tongue
lave the bon bon completely with my saliva. When I withdrew my tongue
it was all chocolaty. “Very good,” 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.
“Ohhhhhh!” I cried. I felt Stuart’s 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, I’d 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. Stuart’s 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
that’s 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.
“Yes, dear, welcome to the club,” 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.
“Louis is going to fuck you in your cunny while you have the
chocolates up your ass,” Tabitha told me. “And your pretty mouth is
going to suck off your boyfriend Alex.” I let out a shocked cry of
alarm but she shushed me by putting a finger to my lips. “You must
still respect Alex even if you don’t like him anymore,” Tabitha said.
“But he--!” I began.
“This is a sex club, darling, not a bible club,” Tabitha said.
Her voice was polite but firm. “We are here to share and share alike.
You’ll get to know all the members.”
“And their members,” 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.
“There is no reason to wait any longer,” 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 I’d 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 bed’s headboard were slim white ropes.
Tabitha guided me to the bed and made me sit down on it. “Take off your
panties, dear,” 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.
“Let’s pee now, gentlemen, so we don’t have to interrupt things
later,” she announced.
holy joe’s DUNGEON OF DISCIPLINE
For Kids Only!
“In certain situations, say many pediatricians, a whack on the
bottom may be good parenting.”
- Time, August 25, 1997, pg. 65.
Indeed! I couldn’t agree more. Recently, somebody told me I
needed to make a contribution to society. They told me I needed “to
give something back.” 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, “Spankings! THAT’s what I could give back.”
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 don’t 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, “a discipline
subcontractor! That’s just what today’s busy parents need to keep their
kids under control.”
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 world’s 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, I’ll bet I’d get in trouble. I don’t 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, I’m 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, you’ll think I’ve 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. It’s 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. I’m 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. Here’s how I figure it. Ugly
girls and fat girls usually don’t 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 isn’t naughty.
We all know who the naughty girls are, don’t 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, you’ve 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. Don’t 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 Joe’s Dungeon of Discipline doesn’t stop there. No, I
also have butt plugs, anal enemas, vaginal douches (for those very
naughty girls, who are already ‘doing it’), and many, many other items
of punishment that I’d rather not mention, lest some innocent child read
of them and have to visit my Dungeon for corrupting her mind on the
Internet!
Don’t 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 don’t
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, you’re still worried about letting a pervert
handle your daughter. Trust me. I think about little girls’ bottoms
all the time. I probably know more about your daughter’s bottom than
you do, ‘cause I sit around looking at little girls all day long! (As
part of my Continuing Education as a Licensed Pediatric Discipline
Professional, not because I’m a pervert.) If you whacked your
daughter’s bottom, you might do so inexpertly. After all, do YOU sit
around staring at little girls’ bottoms all day? I doubt it. At most
you might look at women’s bottoms. But women’s bottoms are very
different from little girls’ bottoms. Women have big, wide, saggy
bottoms. Little girls have small, high, tight bottoms. You could
probably whale away on some woman’s ass all day, and not injure it. But
a little girl’s bottom is very tender, very soft... you know, “Soft,
like a baby’s bottom.” Hence, you need a Licensed Pediatric Discipline
Professional to handle your daughter’s bottom.
Don’t let your daughter grow up to be a slut. Today’s bratty,
spoilt 9-year-old is tomorrow’s 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! I’ll 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 don’t want
YOUR daughter to pose nude in Pretty Baby at age 12, do we?
(Heck -- I’m so concerned about your child’s morality, if your
daughter looks like Brooke Shields, I’ll discipline her for free!)
AND IN THE END...
ATTENTION, CHRISTIANS
“The truly new work of art, like a prophet, has to be scorned
and stoned by the ignorant mob before ascending into museum heaven.”
- Robert Hughes, American Visions, Episode 5.
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