Message-ID: <16519eli$9810150715@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16519.txt>
From: Andrew Roller <roller666@earthlink.net>
Subject: FUCK DECENCY 406 Passions Playpen NND g2
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <36204CB2.7659@earthlink.net>
---------------------------------------------------------------
PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
NAKED girls and more at:
http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
Issue No. 406
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Eight
As it happened she was handed a riding crop and forced to
assume the role of a dominatrix. John, clearly aroused at the thought
of seeing the hostess’s pale white bottom whipped, unlocked himself from
Kate to set her free. Kate was left standing with a handcuff dangling
from her right wrist. She was attached to no one now, a liberated
slave. She still wore her collar but she was expected to act as
something other than a captive. She must lead instead of merely
accepting and responding. She didn’t like her new role. It forced her
to think. She decided to revenge herself upon the woman who’d placed
her in this new position.
“Come,” she said to the hostess. “I’ll give you want you want
then, for you’ve taken my master from me.” John was ablaze with lust,
and, offered the sight of seeing the hostess’s bottom whipped, Kate knew
he could not be dissuaded from it. He zipped down his zipper, rather
pathetically, Kate thought, for should not a woman do it for him? He
pried within his pants with his fingers to get his dick out. Kate
wanted to help him but he worked quickly, obviously desperate. A moment
later, saved from untold internal damage by being so trapped, his organ
sprang out. Its size spoke volumes to his desperation to free it. He
was a tremendous length and his width was superb. The hostess, seeing
what she’d gotten herself into, gasped with delight and a touch of
alarm.
“You are very well equipped, sir,” the hostess said to John.
“Put your hands in your dress,” Kate snapped. The hostess
looked at her, surprised for a moment, then remembered she was no longer
in charge. Obeying Kate’s command was simple. She slipped her hands
within the slits along the sides of her dress. “Rub yourself, your
pussy,” Kate told the hostess. “Do it like when you were a little girl
and used to dream of men’s penises, and wonder how big they were.” The
hostess bit her lip. Then, moving her wrists within in dress, she began
to arouse herself.
“Come, let’s get you to a bedroom,” Kate said. She pushed the
hostess ahead of her and ordered her to keep rubbing herself as they
walked. With a strange sense of satisfaction, Kate watched as the
hostess frigged herself, still in her elegant gown, as the three of them
left the living room and entered a hallway. Kate didn’t understand why
she felt enjoyment at dominating another woman, but it did make her feel
powerful and happy. Behind her John followed with his cock stiffly
bobbing in the air.
“Not your bedroom,” Kate said to the hostess as they passed the
first door in the hall. She did not want the hostess to bring her
master into her own domain, where Kate would be but a spare wheel.
Better, Kate thought, to punish the hostess in a guest bedroom. Kate
glanced at the room beyond the first door. It stood open invitingly.
Inside was a bed. That was all that was needed, Kate thought. “In
here,” she said to the hostess. She thought the woman looked a little
abject, standing in the hallway dutifully masturbating herself beneath
her gown. Her brown hair was looser than ever, barely held up now by
the pins she’d inserted into it. Kate felt a longing to see both the
hair on the woman’s head and that between her legs. The hair fringing
her pussy would be wet, Kate knew. She took the hostess by the arm and
escorted her into the bedroom.
“Undo the bed,” Kate ordered. The hostess walked up to the
bed, her hands still between her legs. Then she removed them to draw
down the cover. The bed looked soft and comfortable but Kate knew the
woman would find little but pain in it, at least in the beginning. When
the bed was prepared the woman turned to face Kate. Quietly, at a frown
from Kate, she returned her hands beneath her dress and played with her
pussy again.
Kate approached her victim. The woman was older than herself
by at least five years, maybe more, but Kate felt confident that she
could handle her. “Tell me your name at least,” Kate said to the
woman. Kate was shorter than her victim and had to look up at her. The
woman, staring down at Kate, bit her lip, unwilling to tell her name
though she already had shown Kate so much else. Then, thinking a
moment, she made up a name, Kate guessed.
“Rose,” the woman answered.
Kate let her keep her real name private. “Turn around, Rose.
Get up on the bed and show me your ass. Would you like me to rip your
dress off?”
“N-Nooo, I’ll take it off,” Rose answered. Kate waited
politely as Rose undressed. She knew how expensive dresses were and she
didn’t want to harm the woman’s gown. It was a benefit, Kate thought,
of being punished by a woman. A man wouldn’t have waited. He’d have
flung his victim on the bed and tore her clothes off. But Kate was not
one to relish domination. She could wait.
Rose had difficulty getting her tight-fitting gown off. Kate
had to lay her riding crop on the nightstand and help her. When the
dress was finally off Kate carried it to a closet and hung it up for
Rose. She knew it was wrong for a Domme to help her victim in this way
but she liked being of service. It was a lovely dress and she enjoyed
feeling it and hanging it up. She turned back to face the bed and the
task she’d been given. Strangely, Rose, who’d volunteered herself for
such an adventure, stood by the bed like an uncertain girl. She had her
hands over her pussy but she was not rubbing it.
“Let me see your pussy,” Kate said in a breathy voice to the
woman. She felt an unusual passion flow through her when Rose removed
her hands. A lovely dell presented itself, with rich brown hair
sprouting thickly between Rose’s bare thighs. Kate thought she caught a
scent of the woman’s arousal. Kate moved forward and stood before Rose,
closely, and put her hand on Rose’s pussy just as Rose had done to her
out in the living room. “Are you ready?” Kate asked, picking up the
riding crop from the nightstand with her other hand. Glancing sideways
at the implement Rose replied,
“Yes.”
“Then get up on the bed for me. Put your head on the pillow,
face down, and lift up your ass so I can whack it properly,” Kate
ordered. Both she and Rose glanced at John as soon as she’d spoken. He
was in full ardor, his penis sticking forth mightily and his hand
rubbing himself with schoolboy passion.
“Try not to cum until I give you permission,” Kate said quietly
to John. Her mouth hung open when she was finished speaking. She
looked as if she were trying to insult him but in fact she merely
hungered to fit him into her somehow, into her small mouth and down her
receptive swanlike throat. His collar bound her neck. His handcuffs
dangled from her wrist. His marks, delivered by his lover Melinda,
decorated her bottom.
“Take your blouse off,” John told Kate. “I want to see your
tits bounce around when you flog her.”
Rose breathed softly into Kate’s hair and quested down around
Kate’s waist for permission to do John’s bidding. Kate didn’t resist.
She felt her blouse lifted up. She raised her arms above her head,
still holding the riding crop. Rose drew the blouse up over Kate’s
face. For a moment Kate couldn’t see, her nipples wiggling where the
tight blouse had passed over them. She clutched her riding crop and
waited. The blouse lifted higher and Rose drew it up over her arms and
her hands and the riding crop. Then she folded it neatly and laid it on
the nightstand.
“My, what an intricate corset!” Rose gushed. Kate wore a
satin-colored violet corset. It shoved her breasts up obscenely, making
them look like half-squashed melons. The corset bound the undersides of
her breasts, but not her nipples. They stuck up full and round and
dollar-sized. Their shape was slightly distorted by the corset’s
hugging of her breasts. Her nipples offered themselves like thorns on a
rosebush. Placing her finger on one, Rose brushed it gently, as if
afraid she might prick herself. Kate shivered a little, feeling her
touch. It was soft, yet they both knew Kate would make this woman
scream.
NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
by holy joe
Panty Play, November 1998, $6.99. Full-size, full-color magazine. 96
pages plus a glossy, full-color cover. Web:
http://www.pantyplaymag.com
Review: I still remember the first time I saw this magazine.
I was standing in front of the magazine rack at Tower Books. I was
trying to decide whether to buy photos of adult women in Penthouse,
Playboy, or Hustler. Then, amidst all those magazines, I saw this
title: “Panty Play”. What really struck me about the title was that
the word “Play” was in bright red neon! What pedophile within a 100
yards could miss the subliminal message in that?
I grabbed the magazine at once. It was an okay issue. But it
suffered from a common problem of “young girl” magazines. The girls
were not always the prettiest.
I suppose the reason that many of the “young girl” magazines
have unattractive girls in them is this: They fear getting into legal
trouble, so they only show girls in the nude who are 18. Unfortunately,
any beautiful girl who has attained the age of 18 looks like a woman.
Hence, in an attempt to show 18-year-old girls who look 12, these
magazines are forced to rely on ‘immature’ 18-year-olds who,
unfortunately, aren’t pretty.
The latest issue of Panty Play suffers from this problem. The
girl on the cover looks only marginally attractive. She’s a nice, cute
girl, with plenty of enthusiasm and nice white panties. But she’s not a
girl you’d drop dead for. On the other hand, Tiffany Taylor, in this
month’s Playboy, is a girl who, I assure you, was a bombshell at every
age: 8, 10, and 18. In Tiffany’s case, of course, by 19 she looked
like a woman, not a 12-year-old girl.
Okay, so Panty Play deserves an award for flying in the face of
feminism, by promoting a love of young girls. Still, I wasn’t going to
buy the new issue. I saw it on the newsstand and said, “Ho hum, who
needs that?” The last thing I need is more photos, especially of girls
who aren’t pretty.
Then fate intervened. A woman picked up the magazine.
“This is disgusting!” she said, to a woman standing beside
her. She flipped through the magazine and began reading from it:
“I know I could get you all hot if I flashed you my ass. It’s
ripe and round and firm from all the exercise I get. Which do you like
better, seeing my little bottom with my panties on? Or off?
“If you want more, you’ll have to catch me! Come on! I’ll
crawl away and you try and catch me. I’ll even let you spank me, ‘cause
I’m such a naughty thing! You know, I get wet just thinking about being
spanked.” (Pg. 45.)
Well, needless to say, I wasn’t leaving the bookstore without
that magazine!
As I write this review, I must confess that I have not looked
at half of this issue. You see, when I got home, I began ‘reading’ this
magazine. I started at page one. “Candid Camping” is on page 30. I
was not able to survive the pictorial. It shows two girls. Neither is
particularly young. But they are so creatively photographed that I
practically blew my balls off! Watch as one girl, a brunette, pours
water from a canteen onto the panties of a bent-over blonde. How
delicious it is to see the blonde cry out in shock as the brunette wets
her panties! Watch as they feed each other. See them photograph each
other. Enjoy the sight of their tits hanging out of their tight little
shirts. Watch as they yank down each other’s panties! Finally, see
them lying on their bellies, with their bare bottoms sticking up, as
their panties hang from their tent.
I realize “Candid Camping” may not sound particularly exciting,
from my description. All I can say is, if you like playful girls,
having innocent fun, you will love this pictorial! Sure, there are no
‘cum shots’ or people fucking or peeing or anything like that. But
there is a magical quality to these photos. You feel like you’ve
intruded into a private, ‘girls only’ campsite. FINALLY you get to see
what girls are up to, when they’re still virgins, but feeling quite
sexy!
LUSTY LETTERS
to holy joe
[Name withheld] (a female) writes: “Dear holy joe, do you
really weigh 300 pounds? As much as I'd like to know the truth, please
tell me that I've not been reading the work of an intelligent, but
despicable,
abhorrent, loathsome 300 pound man. ...By the way, I must confess: I'm
quite naughty. I'm only 15!!”
holy joe replies: “Dearest < >, I wish I did weigh 300
pounds. Ah, those were the days! I was light as a balloon then,
compared to how I am now. Would you date a guy who weighs 700 pounds?
How about if I get myself up to 1,000 pounds, and get into the Guinness
Book of World Records?”
wastedlife@tv.net writes: “Dear holy joe, I figured out who
killed Nicole Brown Simpson and now I’ve figured out the Clinton mess:
Starr induced Tripp to induce Monica to induce Bill Clinton to induce
Vernon Jordan to get Monica a job, so that Monica wouldn’t tell the
truth in the Paula Jones deposition.
“By being tangled up in the above inducement(s), Bill Clinton,
according to Starr, ‘obstructed justice’ by trying to buy Monica’s
silence with a job. (A job she apparently never got.)
“My source for this information is TIME, October 5, 1998, pgs
30-32, in case you want to check out my credibility.”
holy joe replies: “Don’t worry, friend, I trust you. Now we
see why porn is NEEDED in our society! If there had been a copy of
Panty Play in the White House, maybe none of this would have happened!”
Untitled
by Gretchen Crow
He gently caresses her.
Her body shyly trembles under his explosive touch.
His hands trace and memorize her outer being.
Her smooth flesh quakes under the venturous intensity
of his serious eyes.
He sways lovingly into her exposed and vulnerable
wings, teasing her for what seems an eternity.
She tauntingly explores him, attempting to please
every last nerve.
Hers and his.
Lost in the unforgotten moment, the two slowly and
steadily become one.
AND IN THE END...
THE FEMINISTS’ PRESIDENT
“The President unzipped his pants and exposed his genitals, and
she performed oral sex on him in the hallway outside the Oval Office.”
- The Starr Report (Sunday, January 21, 1996).
(Thank God Clarence Thomas isn’t our president! Right, ladies?)
-------------------------- Fuck Decency! ------------------------
-Back issues (and stories): type
http://www.dejanews.com/
into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key.
Click on “Power Search” in the middle of the screen.
Find the box labelled “Main Archive”.
Change “Main Archive” to “Complete Archive”.
Next, do you see a blank box labelled “Power Search” ?
Type in: roller666@earthlink.net in the blank box on the screen
that has “Power Search” written next to it.
Click on “find” (the button to the right of the box).
-Other providers:
Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated
or by e-mail: file.request@backdrop.com
or via the Web: http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/
-When visiting Barnes and Noble, ask for: Jock Sturges’ Radiant
Identities and David Hamilton’s The Age of Innocence. Support art!
-Also by David Hamilton: A Place in the Sun, and Twenty Five Years
of an Artist Need a book? http://www.amazon.com
- NAKED girls, under 18! Plus scholarly books. Publishing for over
a decade, it’s Alessandra’s Smile, P.O. Box 2377, New York, NY
10185-2377. Phone: 1-212-505-6985; Web:
http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
- JOIN the world’s greatest organization! Send $35.00 to The North
American Man/Boy Love Association for a one-year membership.
NAMBLA, 537 Jones St. #8418, San Francisco, CA 94102.
Phone: 1-212-807-8578; Web: http://www.nambla.org
-Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is
copyright 1998 and a trademark of Andrew Roller. Work by others
copyright 1998 by the respective copyright holder.
-Official Newsletter, Temple of Pan
-END OF 406 EMISSION
“In addition, the President inserted a cigar into Ms.
Lewinsky's vagina.”
- Ibid. (Sunday, March 31, 1996).
--
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>