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Issue No. 334
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Dungeon of Desire
Chapter One
Miriam got Jennifer’s hands free and the girl rubbed her
wrists. “Oooh, that rope was too tight!” Jennifer said. It seemed a
strange comment, after all else she’d suffered. She bucked her hips at
me. I guessed she wanted me to finish her off.
But it was too late. Miriam grabbed me by my mane of blonde
hair and pulled my face up from Jennifer’s bush. “We must dance, dear,”
Miriam said. “If you need it badly, so much the better!” She made me
desist, leaving Jennifer staring at us awkwardly from the bed. Her legs
were spread apart and her hips arched themselves. Her belly rippled.
Her navel dimpled her belly. It panted for kisses and love. Miriam
slapped Jennifer’s tummy and made her get up.
“Owwww!” Jennifer pouted.
“Don’t play with yourself, Jennifer!” Miriam warned. She
slapped the girl’s hand away as Jennifer made to do what nobody else, as
yet, had done for her. Miriam looked at me. “You can be douched on the
dance floor. Your pussy must be painted anyway, to make it glow. And
your nipples, too,” she smiled. “Come, it’s a black-light dance, with
florescent paints on our most important places and parts. Wait ‘til you
see how the men look!” She urged us both from the bedroom, palming our
bottoms, Jennifer hot and bothered, her hips squirming, me content for
the moment, but embarrassed to show myself in public with my pussy wet
and well-spermed. Nonetheless Miriam brought us back out into the
ballroom, and we greeted the guests in our nudity, naked as babes, but
with lusts no babe, hopefully, ever felt.
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Chapter Two
Despite my little foray into the bedroom, most of the men still
looked fully loaded and equipped for pleasure. They gazed at my pussy
as I accepted a drink in my hand and chatted quietly. They could see
the residue of John’s sperm in my cunt hairs. On the insides of my
thighs he’d left his mark too, in drying trails of his abundance that
had failed to penetrate me, or had dribbled back out.
All around me I felt a cluster of eager young men. Their tools
stood up boldly. Their balls were full with days of waiting. All had
peed in the pool. None wore pants anymore, though a few had put shirts
back on, perhaps to regain a little of their modesty. It was a useless
gesture. The upstanding prick they possessed simply lifted the hem of
their shirt. My view of each of their penises was unimpeded.
“I’m a movie director,” one man offered. His voice was husky.
He wore a shirt but his penis was thrust at me, all the same, for he was
rock solid, hard and long.
“That’s nice,” I said in a lispy voice, sipping my drink. With
so many men around me I didn’t want to let any of them have me. Not
now. If I did, I was sure I’d be gang-banged. I didn’t want that.
Despite my spermed cunt I tried to be as diffident and elegant as
possible. I was nude, true, without bra or panties, with just my spiked
heels on, and only 16, but I had to try my best to keep all these men at
bay or I’d just be turned into a free hole for their lust.
“She’s learning,” I heard Sharon whisper to Miriam.
“Such a fine young girl,” Miriam, if I heard correctly,
whispered back.
Sandy and her hubby drew close. Was he her hubby? Or just her
lover? Or a friend she’d met tonight? I couldn’t remember. Even his
name, if I’d learnt it, escaped me. But his organ stood up, big and
proud, and his chest was muscular and hairy.
I smiled over the lip of my glass. I let his eyes drink in my
figure. He seemed even more interested in me than before; I was
available now, he was sure, seeing John’s sperm in my pubic curls. I
was anointed. He was excited. Surely I could let him do me too?
I remained coy. He had a dick I’d have died for just hours
ago, but now I suffered from a surfeit of eager young penises. All of
these young men, and even the older ones, who should have known better,
were visibly excited by my surrender. Normally, their lust would be
contained in their trousers, at least. But now, trouserless, they
showed me their eagerness with complete freedom. I could examine their
inspired penises at will, glancing from one to the other, watching the
veins pump blood down their shafts and comparing the hues of their big
purplish knobs.
“I’m really not a bad girl. I just made a little mistake,” I
explained to Sandy’s husband. What was his name? No matter. I watched
as a jewel of pre-cum formed over his pee slit. He’d made it for me, I
knew. Should I bend down and lick it off? I ran my tongue over my lips
to show him I appreciated his sperm.
I felt a calloused palm on my bottom. My cheeks tensed. I
glanced over my shoulder, up.
“Master!” I said in a little cry. It was Sauron. I had
pledged my body to him. He could control me at will. Was there any
escape? I didn’t know.
“Feel his balls,” Sauron told me. “I want you to weigh each
man’s balls and tell me which you think is the fullest.”
I looked at my master with wide eyes. Surely, he was one of
the strongest men here. Could he really make the other men submit to
his female slave? I turned back to Sandy’s husband. Nameless, he stood
waiting, seemingly unoffended by the suggestion he let me weigh his
testicles.
I reached out. I think they were all so crazed with lust, each
of them knowing I had but two hands, that they were willing to let me
have a little freedom for a few minutes. I slid my fingers past the
proffered penis of Sandy’s husband and groped at his balls.
“They’re so BIG!” I said with alarm. Everyone laughed. I was
a child tasting her first lemon. I felt the prickly hairs of his balls
and the brooding fullness of his sack. I could not contain his fullness
in my palm, only feel it, let it weigh upon my open hand. When I
squeezed his big balls they just smooshed upward, letting me have only a
little of him.
“Here, darling, put him in a pouch,” Miriam told me. She
handed me an impossibly small bag made of leather. It had drawstrings.
Was I supposed to fit this big man into that little container?
“Put it on him and pull the drawstrings tight. Then he can
fuck without losing his seed,” Sandy smiled at me. She winked. I
didn’t know if she was lying or telling the truth. But she liked the
idea of seeing her husband made captive. He groaned. I wanted to feel
the other men, before the chance passed away, but I knelt down and tried
to fit her husband into the bag.
The man’s penis jabbed at my face. I bent my head to one side
and had to permit his dick to stem into my blonde mane of hair. There
was simply no way to avoid him. As I worked to capture his balls in the
bag his penis oozed precum into my lovely blonde locks.
I struggled. I worked the bag over his nuts, trying hard to
contain him without breaking my nails. I had to bite my lip and really
sweat at the job. The pouch was small and he was anything but.
“I think they made this pouch for smaller men,” I suggested.
“He’s worn one before,” Sandy said. She patted my head and
made me continue. Finally I got her husband contained. I smiled at my
success. Then, remembering I should tie him, I reached again between
his legs and tied up the drawstring around the top of his balls.
“I hear this string is made of sharp diamonds,” I teased
Sandy’s husband. He responded to the tightness of the bag. His dick
seemed to swell and his throat let out a sharp, guttural cry.
“Yes dear, you should keep your seed where it belongs,” Sandy
said to her husband. She held a riding crop and she lofted it into the
air and brought it down smartly on his bare buttocks.
“Yeoch!” the man grunted.
“Oh, don’t!” I begged. I hated to see him hurt. My hands
pressed against his thighs. I felt his lurching dick brush my cheek and
I let him stem in my hair without avoiding him. I rubbed my cheek
against his penis’s shaft.
“Go feel the other men,” Sandy ordered me. I looked up at her
husband. He seemed enthralled by his bondage. Perhaps he had a job
where he had to be the boss all day. Now he just wanted to serve, to
obey.
I stood up. I shook my hair and tried to comb out his spermy
precum with my fingers. I had no time for obedient men. I turned,
examined my options. Three men still waited to let me weigh them. A
college guy, a man slightly older, and a man older still. They showed
me their dicks but I disliked their obedience. With a slap on my ass,
not too hard, just enough to remind me he was there, Sauron indicated I
must obey.
Sheepishly I advanced to the first man. I looked down at his
dick. He was as huge as any. I knelt down. A fatal mistake. I had no
pouch, why did I think I must kneel for him? Before I could say ‘no’ I
found his penis forcing its way between my lips. He was a frat guy. He
knew how to take advantage of a situation. How many other girls had he
put his penis to, I wondered, as I felt him intrude. I tasted his sperm
and gagged as his cockhead jammed itself in my mouth.
VIDEO REVIEW
by holy joe
Playboy’s Erotic Underground, $19.95. VHS Tape, Color, 60 minutes. PBV
0803. Playboy: 1-800-423-9494. Playboy: www1.playboy.com/catalog/
Review: This video starts off with something I’d never heard
of before. It’s a strip club, featuring female dancers. But this club
is for female customers only! I was just wondering where I could get
hold of a cheap wig, a dress, and some makeup, when the announcer added
that couples could also get into the club.
What a relief! I felt very happy that I wouldn’t have to dress
up as a girl to get into this hot-looking club. Then I remembered:
I’ve never had a girlfriend. How am I going to get into a club that
lets couples in, with no girl to take me?
I guess I could walk up to a girl and say, “Hi, I need a girl
friend to get into a ladies-only strip club. Wanna go with me?” But it
sounds more like a great way to get slapped, than to get a girl to take
me to that club.
So, there’s only one answer: I need to find a horny guy who
will dress up like a girl, and go with me to this ladies-only strip
club. For safety’s sake, we should both dress as girls. Then we’d be
sure to get in.
Normally, I’m not too fond of strip clubs. I mean, I’m glad
they exist, but I’ve never been too keen on going to them. Who wants to
stand in the middle of a bunch of beer-swilling men? And, given that
the dancers are strutting their stuff in front of guys, one gets the
impression that they stay fairly remote, in mind if not in deed.
But not at a ladies-only club! Here, based on what the video
showed, the female dancers felt much less inhibited about showing
themselves. They seemed quite casual and approachable. And, since the
audience was almost entirely female, there was a sense of sharing. The
dancers touched the audience. The audience touched back. It was like
watching two groups loving each other, rather than ‘the battle of the
sexes.’
After exploring this club, which is (I think) in Los Angeles,
this video goes to Hungary. Apparently Hungary is a wonderfully free
country right now, in sexual matters. All I can say is, there are tons
of beautiful girls there! No wonder Count Dracula lived in
Transylvania, which is directly to the east of Hungary.
After the segment on Hungary, this video explores the subject
of tattoos. Fortunately, this segment is mercifully short. Who wants
to see ugly ladies getting tattoos, or beautiful women ruining
themselves with them?
The next segment in this video is about a guy who makes
electric dildos. It’s quite amazing to watch a girl brought to orgasm
by an electric dildo. Unfortunately, she isn’t very attractive to look
at, though she does offer up lovely screams.
Want to spend a week in an erotic paradise? That’s the next
stop in this video. A guy in France came up with the idea of building a
beautiful home. He’s calls it an ‘orgy palace.’ It’s purpose is sexual
pleasure. Anybody can go there, if he chooses to have you as his
guest. What’s the catch? Well, he invites a new group of people each
week. You get a whole week to have all the sex you like, for free, but
you have to let the owner film you the entire time you’re there. Then
he sells the video in video stores. It’s an interesting bargain... and
quite fun to watch a group of people who’ve taken him up on his offer.
Another segment in this video features a man and his wife. She
wants some girl/girl action. He wants to be entertained. They find
what they’re looking for at a strip club in New York, where the wife
gets her top pulled off by a dancer. But the night is still young, so
they decide to visit a bondage club next. A hot scene ensues at the
bondage club. A woman, hired to entertain the husband, decides to pull
off the wife’s clothes! The three ‘lovers’ proceed to the roof of the
club, where the hired woman and the wife engage in 69. This was an
exciting scene to watch. The wife is attractive, and it was quite
interesting to see how eager she was for girl/girl sex.
In summary, there are three good segments in this video: 1.
Hungary (which had several short scenes of lovely girls). 2. The ‘orgy
palace.’ It’s highly exciting to watch, but there should have been more
footage of this place. 3. The man and wife who go touring sex spots,
in New York. I would have enjoyed seeing more of this couple!
There are also two other potentially good segments: 1. A
bondage photographer in France. (You’ll need to watch it in slow motion
to get much out of it, though.) 2. A girl who rides on a dildo mounted
on a pool table. (This is a different segment from the one that
featured the guy who actually makes his own dildos). The girl in this
segment is a cute blonde, but she was a little too fat, in my opinion.
This is one of the sexiest Playboy videos I’ve ever seen. The
order in which I list the scenes in my review is not quite correct. I
should, I suppose, watch the video again and re-write my review, but
this video just isn’t exciting enough for me to bother watching it
again. And that’s the problem. Despite being an above-average Playboy
video, it’s still pretty boring. There isn’t enough in the way of:
a. Cute girls.
b. Hot action.
There is, though, more action, and more of a sense of
excitement and uncertainty in watching this video than there is in most
other Playboy videos. You’ll like this video the first time you see
it. However, the real question is, will you like watching it a second
time, or a third? In my case, I don’t feel like watching it again, even
to straighten out the order of the segments I’ve listed in my review.
It’s too bad that the good parts of this video weren’t longer.
For instance, Playboy films some ravishingly beautiful girls in
Hungary. But the clips are very short, and have to be watched in slow
motion to be enjoyed. The same goes for the ‘orgy palace’. There, the
girls weren’t nearly as beautiful, but they were still fun to watch
because they were so free and uninhibited. I could have spent half the
tape watching the action at the orgy palace. But Playboy only spends a
few minutes there. What Playboy shows is great. Too bad Playboy didn’t
show more. And the same goes for the couple touring New York sex
spots. What’s shown is great. But there isn’t enough. (Obviously, I
could simply go out and buy a sex tape. However, the reason I like
Playboy tapes is because Playboy is a classy company, and presents
girls, and sex, in a classy manner.)
A lot of this tape is informational in nature. If you want
information, you will love this tape. In my case, I was only looking
for girls.
About the box: It is a total lie. On the box there are scenes
of handsome men being dominated by women. There is nothing in the tape
that is in any way related to the scenes on the box. Perhaps they were
cut out of a bondage catalog, and pasted on the box. Basically, this is
an information-oriented tape, with a few short scenes of attractive
females doing sexy things.
AND IN THE END...
A WOMAN’S EROTIC UTOPIA
by Naomi Wolf
“There have been societies that did some pretty great things.
...The Tantric belief ...taught men that they should worship the sexual
goddess in all women; rich or poor, fat or thin, young or old. And I
love that.”
(me too! Especially the young part! - h.j.)
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