Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 38 Sunday July 2, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Six
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Five
Cindy tugged at the brass candle holders. The flames of their
tapers danced in her eyes. The fire just beyond her spread legs felt
warm against her pussy.
"Which of our implements do you think would best suit this
occasion?" Elaine asked Betsy.
"The cat o' nine tails makes a lovely pattern, ma'am," Betsy said,
barely hiding a smirk.
"Oh, you beasts!" Cindy cried. Her hips had taken up a gentle
undulation. She looked over her shoulder at Steve. "Couldn't you save
me or something?"
"I am saving you," Steve said. "You're the last to be fucked before
I spill inside Elaine." He knelt down by the bed and began suckling
Susie's nearest breast.
Betsy padded up to Cindy with a glass of wine. She put it to the
girl's lips and bade her drink. Her free hand stroked the soft slope of
Cindy's bare back. "You know you must take the whip as a prelude to
Steve's penis," Betsy said. Cindy drank, the wine gurgling down her
throat. When she had finished all Betsy drew the edge of the glass from
Cindy's lips and tickled her neck with her finger. Then she kissed Cindy
and walked away.
Steve walked up to stand between Elaine and Cindy, but just
outside the area where the whip would cross. His pecker stood out
stiffly. Beyond Susie's breasts, glistening with his saliva, began to
grow cool once more.
"Let's get going," Steve said to Elaine. The woman, a bullwhip
now in her hand, nodded. Cindy looked back over her shoulder and let
out a little cry. The whip streaked past Steve's penis and struck Cindy.
The brunette bit her lip, hoping not to pleasure her tormenters
with her screams. The bullwhip fell more heavily with each stroke.
Cindy's restrained silence turned to a series of little gasps, each
procured by a lash of the whip.
"Faster!" Steve commanded Elaine. "We'll be here all night." The
next strike by Elaine brought a yelp of unabashed pain from Cindy.
"Make her cry," Betsy said, her eyes glistening mischievously.
Knowing that Steve had been pushed to the limit of his endurance, she
walked up to Elaine and offered herself to the woman's clitoris instead.
She took Elaine's free hand and touched it to Elaine's little nub. Then
she threaded her fingers through Elaine's and brought the tips of her
own digits to Elaine's spot. The woman's knees bent slightly and she
let out a small gasp, lashing Cindy's buttocks with the whip at the
same time.
The brunette gave up her efforts at self-restraint and burst into
tears. Betsy rubbed Elaine's clit more vigorously, increasing in turn the
fierceness of her flagellation. Cindy sobbed loudly, and began
screaming. "Stop! Oh, please stop! I ca--owww!---can't take it! Stop!"
Cindy's hollering woke Susie. The blonde, thinking at first that
she was in her own bed in Nebraska, woke and raised her head to regard
the scene before her with groggy, puzzled eyes. Slowly it dawned on
her that she was as far from the staid morals of rural Nebraska as one
could possibly get. Her eyes fell on Steve's magnificent buttocks,
twitching involuntarily as his balls churned on the brink of release.
Susie put her hand to her throat, and found that her dog collar had not
been replaced. She was still stark naked, but still free to move as
well. She looked down at her breasts and saw that they were wet.
Susie attempted to rise, and a memory of the sleeping pill flashed
back into her mind. The sedative was still in full effect. Steve,
sensing her movement, turned about.
"See to her," Elaine said to Steve of Susie. She lashed harder upon
Cindy's bottom. "See, you naughty girl? Your screams have woken our
little pet!" Cindy's only reply was a scream.
Steve hurried over to Susie, who was now halfway out of the bed.
His stiff penis jiggled before him. As he came up to her Susie suddenly
reached out and grabbed his resplendent rammer. Steve drew back,
afraid she would make him lose his load. Susie, her mind dulled by the
sedative, thinking herself in some erotic dream, began yanking on
Steve's dick. Her mouth opened and she attempted to capture his penis
in her lovely orifice.
Steve could barely contain himself as he looked down at the
beautiful girl attempting to lodge his penis in her open mouth. Her
fingers stroked his rod, their eagerness almost irresistible.
Elaine, unaware of what was transpiring to rob her of Steve's
first load of semen, laid on the final stroke of the bullwhip and then
dropped it to the floor. She gazed with admiration at her handiwork
upon Cindy's bottom. A closely knit pattern of bright red stripes
crisscrossed the wailing girl's derriere. Between Elaine's legs Betsy
was kneeling now, and her knees buckled as the girl tickled her clitoris
with her tongue.
Elaine cocked her head, suddenly noticing the tussle between
Steve and Susie even as her pussy sprinkled out the first of multiple
orgasms. Her eyes widened as she saw Susie's mouth closing with
Steve's charger. "No!" Elaine cried. With difficulty she managed to
extricate herself from Betsy's hold, just as the wave of a second
orgasm promised to wash over her. Elaine ran up to Steve, the juncture
between her legs screaming with unfinished pleasure. Susie
locked her lips about Steve's retreating rod and simultaneously dropped
one of her hands from his dick to engage her own pussy.
Elaine reached down and pushed at Susie's forehead and Steve's
tummy. She was about to pull the girl back by her hair when the
blonde's eyes widened and she voluntarily lifted her mouth from Steve's
dick. A fusillade of semen spurted violently forth and splattered Susie
on her face. The girl even stopped rubbing herself between the legs, so
shocked was she by this sudden explosion of male fluid.
Elaine couldn't help but laugh as she gazed down at the blonde's
drenched visage. Susie, meanwhile, was awakened from her trancelike
state by the spermy ooze that had splashed her face. She gazed up at
Elaine, shocked to find herself still in the wicked woman's clutches.
Elaine, however, had momentarily had her fill of punishing young
females. Her plans had been spoiled, but all she could bring herself to
do was pick up a pillow from the bed and whack Susie over the head
with it.
"You bad girl! How dare you make Steve come!" Elaine shouted
merrily, still amused at the girl's appearance. She looked as if she had
been creamed with a meringue pie.
"God that felt good," Steve exclaimed, his penis softening now as
the last drops of sperm oozed from it. "Don't hit her!" Steve shouted as
Elaine whacked Susie again with the pillow. "It's about time someone
got me off!" Steve grabbed a nearby cushion and whacked Elaine across
her stomach. The woman swung back at Steve, hitting his chest. Susie,
sensing her chance, leapt back onto the bed to escape Elaine. She began
crawling quickly across it, but Elaine turned and swatted her fleeing
bottom with her pillow.
Susie suffered two more hits on her bottom from Elaine's pillow
as she scrambled to seize a weapon of her own. Steve moved in on
Elaine, whacking the woman's bottom hard with his cushion. Susie laid
her hands on a pillow lying on the bed and rolled about. She blocked a
blow from Elaine with her pillow and then struck back, hitting the
woman's tits.
"Come on, Susie stole Steve's semen!" Betsy said, hurriedly
untying Cindy. The brunette, still crying, attempted to stifle her tears
as she regarded the unusual play unfolding on the far side of the room.
Susie was no match for Elaine, and it was only thanks to Steve that she
was able to avoid many of the blows that the woman attempted to
shower upon her. Cindy, breaking free from her restraints, ran across
the room and grabbed a pillow of her own. She did not strike Susie,
however, as Betsy had expected. Instead Cindy unleashed a flurry of
blows upon the woman who had subjected her to the whip.
"Hey!" Betsy cried, realizing that Cindy had not taken up the side
she had wished her to. Cindy was somewhat inexpert at landing
decisive blows upon Elaine, but combined with the efforts of Susie and
Steve she was managing to force the dominatrix into a defensive crouch
upon the bed. Betsy rushed over and took up a pillow for herself. At
once she began swatting Steve, diverting his attention from Elaine.
As Steve and Betsy duked it out, Elaine recovered some of her
poise and returned to the offensive against Susie and Cindy. Steve's
cushion came apart, and for a moment he had to retreat under Betsy's
blows until he came up with the idea of stealing her pillow. He grabbed
at it, and a tug of war ensued.
Downy feathers began spewing about the room as the pillows took
the worst of the damage in the fighting. The girls squealed, Cindy
forgetting her burning bottom in the melee and Susie her unusual
circumstances. Steve and Betsy's pillow tore in two, whereupon Steve
overpowered the flame haired girl and knocked her to the floor. He
straddled her face, and thrust his penis into her mouth. Elaine would be
too busy to stop him.
Betsy attempted to cry out, to tell Elaine what Steve was doing
to her, and to his own remaining reservoir of semen. Betsy's words
were mangled by the thick pestle of flesh in her mouth, however,
leaving Steve to encourage his balls to roil with passion once more.
Betsy felt the back of her head pressed down into the plush carpet. Her
legs kicked the air, her nails pinched Steve's buttocks. Steve reached
back and grabbed her hands, then brought them to her own mouth to help
him pry her lips wider. His hips began moving back and forth, plunging
his stalk of meat deep into her mouth again and again. Betsy relaxed,
knowing she must open up her throat and accept Steve if she was to
avoid gagging.
Elaine, meanwhile, had a passion in her loins of her own that she
wished to satisfy. She pushed her way through Susie's defensive blows
and threw her body fully upon the girl's. Susie found herself flat on her
back, her legs sprawled partly beneath her. With almost an animal lust
Elaine rubbed her pussy against Susie's. Cindy, meanwhile, found her
own assault upon Elaine had left her straddling the woman's slim back.
With hardly a second thought Cindy tossed away her pillow and leaned
forward to rest her palms on either side of Susie's head. At the same
time Cindy began rubbing her labia against Elaine's back, relishing the
moments when the woman arched her back and she could rub her pussy
against the ridges of Elaine's spine.
Steve was spurting into Betsy's mouth when he looked up to see
Cindy's red bottom humping atop Elaine's back. The sight of that naked,
flaming bottom moving to and fro, its cheeks separated and its anus
exposed, was too much to pass up. Steve put his hand to the base of his
penis and discharged the final shoots of his second ejaculation down
Betsy's throat. Then, hoping he could persist in a third round, Steve
leaped up and jumped on the bed. He crawled across to Cindy and took
the girl by the hips. His dick wet with both Susie and Betsy's saliva, he
found Cindy's anus with the knob of his penis and pressed hard. His
testicles ached that they were empty as he forced the knob of his
limpening penis up Cindy's butthole.
Cindy turned her head about, her eyes regarding Steve through a
mass of tousled brown hair. Steve, still thrusting upward, praying that
his penis would hold out, gazed from Cindy's open mouth, begging for a
kiss, to the flushed face of Susie as she suffered the clitoral
stimulation of Elaine's pussy. Susie gazed up dreamily, her eyes half
closed, seeing nothing. Steve felt himself become more erect and to a
cry from Cindy he forced himself home.
Poor Cindy! Not only were Steve's calloused palms upon her
bottom doing nothing to alleviate the burning she felt from her
whipping, but her rectum had to endure the intrusion of a man who
could little afford to delay his reaming of her. Nonetheless, almost by
instinct, even as she reeled under the intense discomfort, Cindy drew
Steve's mouth to her own and enmeshed her lips with his.
Betsy rose to her feet and wiped the sperm from her lips. She
kneed her way onto the creaking bed and took up position at Steve's
posterior. This was one man who would not get away with disobeying
Elaine's instructions! Betsy drew back her hand and whacked Steve's
bottom with her palm. The man, too busy at Cindy's bottom to notice or
care, kept up his humping without missing a beat. Perhaps he even
enjoyed the whack. Nonetheless, Betsy drew back her palm and struck
again, and then again. Her tongue worked its way out the corner of her
mouth as she continued. She wondered if she should trade her palm for
the bullwhip, but found herself too entranced by the close proximity of
Steve's dangling testicles to get up and try. Not to mention the fact
that she might accidentally hit Elaine's legs.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
HOT OFF THE PRESS
by holy joe
Playboy, August 1995, $4.95
Review: First, of course, we turn to the centerfold. Uh, her tits are
too small. (You wouldnÕt think you would have to explain this concept to
Hugh Hefner.) In the 1970Õs I used to actually be Ògrossed outÓ by how
huge some of the centerfoldsÕ tits were. They looked like unexploded
bombs that had somehow missed Hiroshima and landed on the woman
instead. Then, in the 1980Õs, HefnerÕs daughter took over Playboy. She
opted for a Ònormal girlÓ look. This brought us some lovely, frolicsome
playmates with ÒnormalÓ breasts. Now, however, some man-abusing
feminist must be in charge. Not only are Miss AugustÕs breasts too small,
but we are jipped out of TWO WHOLE PAGES of centerfold photos.
At first I couldnÕt believe it. I mean, there arenÕt enough photos in
Playboy to begin with. How in the world could they possibly CUT DOWN on
the number of girlie photos? But I got out a back issue of Playboy and
compared it with this monthÕs. First we have the two pages of
ÒintroductoryÓ photos of the Playmate of the Month. This is followed by
two pages of Òsomewhat nudeÓ photos. Then come two pages of Òtotally
nudeÓ photos. Finally we have the single page of photos that is opposite
the centerfold itself. Using this system, we can figure out what is
missing from Miss August. It is the two pages of Òtotally nudeÓ photos.
Amazingly, Playboy gives the impression in its copy that Miss
August was so ÒhotÓ that they agreed to give her a centerfold
immediately. ÒShe is flown in for a test shoot and suddenly, she is Miss
August. ÔIt all happened so quickly!Õ Rachel says... (pg. 86).Ó If Miss
August is so beautiful, Mr. Hefner, why did you eliminate two pages from
her centerfold?
Of course, there is other material in this magazine. For instance,
there is a two page photo spread featuring...menÕs watches. (Gosh, such
forbidden fruit! I only look at my own 20 times a day!) There is a picture
of Miss August 1975. She is in a senior home now. Happy fantasies! And
then there is...an article about Bob Zemeckis. Trust me on this Hef: not
too many men go running down to the bookstore to masturbate over Bob
Zemeckis.
So, Hef throws in a little more. We have a full page reproduction of
the cover of Playboy, August 1975. (Not on the same page as the
invaluable Miss August 1975 photo.) And then we have a gigantic, two-
page, full color photo of menÕs shoes. ThatÕs right. What Al Bundy sells.
If youÕve never seen a pair of menÕs shoes before, Playboy is the place to
go!
Then, of course, we have the pathetic non-centerfold photo
collections. We have a (black and white) shot of the ÒBarbi Twins.Ó Ugly
women with too much makeup who are several years past their prime.
Just so that we donÕt get too excited over these women, Hef gives us
exactly one photo. In black and white. I donÕt know about you, but I
consider color to be sort of essential to a girl. You know, pink and all
those other luscious colors. IÕd prefer 3-D, but IÕll settle for color. Black
and white is for a Woody Allen film or something. And I donÕt masturbate
over Woody Allen.
In addition to the ÒBarbi TwinsÓ we have ÒThe Girls of Radio.Ó A
bunch of color photos of girls who have something or other to do with the
radio. The first girl in the series has...her clothes on. This is not helpful
to the hungry male. I can sit in the park and see girls with their clothes
on. I donÕt pay $4.95 to see girls with their clothes on. (You wouldnÕt
think you would have to explain this concept to Hugh Hefner.) I donÕt know
about you, but I couldnÕt care less about ÒThe Girls ofÓ ANYTHING. Almost
every issue Hugh Hefner is serving up Òthe girls ofÓ something. The girls
of the Pac Ten, The girls of the Minus Ten, etc. Many of these girls
wouldnÕt even make it into Playboy if they werenÕt being pre-defined as
being OF something. Let me tell you what I DO care about: Does she have a
pretty face? Does she have nice big tits? Does she have long legs? Is the
width of her ass Òwithin reasonÓ? This is what I care about. I donÕt even
look to see what the girlÕs name is UNTIL she has satisfied the above
criteria.
Obviously, Playboy is now a second rate magazine. For many years I
have resisted the rise of Penthouse. I was always a Playboy fan, first and
foremost. In the Òolden days,Ó (circa 1980) Penthouse was a shitty
magazine. Its girls were never as good-looking as the girls in Playboy. It
was printed on dark, grey paper. And it featured a plethora of unexciting
Òcunt shots.Ó (Sorry, but IÕm not studying how to be a gynecologist.)
Today, the best girls go to Penthouse. It is printed on bright,
colorful paper. And, most excitingly, the following has happened: In the
Òolden days,Ó the ÒsexÓ spreads in Penthouse featured models who werenÕt
pretty enough to be Penthouse Pets. Now each issue features two honest-
to-goodness Penthouse Pets Òdoing itÓ to each other. These are very
beautiful girls, and to see them actually Ògetting it onÓ is incredible! So
as we can see, Playboy is definitely not in the same league as Penthouse.
Not only that, but I am beginning to feel that Playboy is falling
behind OTHER menÕs magazines as well. I mean, if you only had five
dollars to spend, and you were standing there looking at all the magazines
in the bookstore, would you really buy Playboy? (Assume Penthouse is
sold out.) I think if you had to have something GOOD ...RIGHT AWAY... you
would definitely not go for a magazine featuring menÕs shoes and Bob
Zemeckis.
I think Hugh Hefner is very lucky to have invented his Ònewsstand
specialÓ magazines. These are really the only thing the guy has going for
him anymore. His main magazine, Playboy, is basically junk. His Playboy
Clubs are all closed. His Playboy Channel features edited porno movies
and (worthless) Playboy VHS tapes. Were it not for the (semi)
revitalization of his Ònewsstand specials,Ó the man would be a complete
goner.
Oh, yes. Lest we forget. This issue of Playboy (for subscribers)
features a special supplement: ÒPlayboyÕs Garters and Lace.Ó You will not
believe this magazine. They actually cut off the bottom of each photo in
order to make room at the top of each page for...Bridal-style lettering.
ThatÕs right. Fancy lettering was deemed more important than the actual
photos of the girls. Many shots are ruined because the girlsÕ legs are cut
off. The lettering takes up the entire upper third of each page. This is not
a manufacturing error. Some idiot actually DESIGNED the magazine to look
this way. So we are left with photos that are boring to begin with, and
ruined by the huge amount of space that the lettering takes up at the top
of each page. (Oh yeah. The lettering tells you what each girlÕs name is.
Big deal.)
Hopefully Hugh Hefner will somehow read this review and improve
his magazine. I realize he does not want to publish Penthouse. We are
never going to get Playboy Centerfold girls Òdoing itÓ to each other. But
here are a few things he could do:
1. Get cute girls. (No more girls with tiny tits and wide hips, like
Miss August.)
2. Take their clothes off. (No more Ògirls of,Ó where half the girls
have their clothes ON.) If they canÕt get undressed, they arenÕt in the
magazine. Period.
3. Photograph them. ThatÕs right. Take lots of photos of them and
PUBLISH THEM. You can leave out the photos of menÕs watches, menÕs
shoes, and Miss August 1908.
4. Ditch the Òarticles.Ó One per issue would be okay, to make the
magazine Òrespectable.Ó Other than that, forget Ôem. (This means you can
fire all those overpaid writers. Ditch the writers. Hire girls.) Also, you
can dump all those worthless cartoonists. Most of the cartoons make no
sense whatsoever and arenÕt even sexy. Keep the guy who draws cute girls
that you can masturbate over. Dump the rest. (Especially GAYhan Wilson.)
Oh, yeah. Hire back the guy who drew ÒLittle Annie Fannie.Ó That was a
good one. This time make it ÒLittle Annie Fannie In Bondage.Ó Then you
will be updated for the 90Õs.
Never forget: the cover of Playboy, right under the name, says
ÒEntertainment for Men.Ó Real men want real photos of real (cute)
girls...naked. This is essential to a ÒmenÕsÓ magazine. Shoes and Bob
Zemeckis are not.
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