Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 199
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter Four
Candi trundled out a low tea cart. She was rudely naked from the
waist down, clad in only her stockings, having surrendered her panties to
the men. Yet the trolley she pushed held the most finely crafted tea set,
of sterling silver, and ancient lineage, we were told, by hostess, as the
tea arrived. It was Darjeeling, the first tea of the season, brought over on
trim cutter ships, plowing the seas with their powerful prows, I imagined,
with a fishtailed mermaid pinned to the front of each for good luck, her
firm pink-swelling breasts showing naked even as CandiÕs wobbly, nervous
bottom showed now. Her bib had been altered by someone in the kitchen,
whoÕd lifted it up and tucked it in (perhaps fastening it with something
discreet) so that her pussy lips showed.
ÒNow girls, this tea is to help you relax,Ó hostess advised us. ÒDrink
it slowly and enjoy it. ThereÕs no need to rush. Drink plenty. I want you
to take a good healthy pee before youÕre tattooed, to make you in touch
with your body, and understanding your proper place in life.Ó The other
maid, perhaps having guessed it would be needed, lugged out a big chamber
pot and plopped it down near the table, but just far enough back so that
everyone could see if a girl had to use it. Candi, meanwhile, picked up the
pot of tea and began pouring a cup for each of us in turn. We had fine china
cups by our place settings to receive the warm tea. It left a curlicue of
rising steam in its wake. I lifted my cup, drank, savored the delicate
taste. The tea was just right, smoothly hot without being too hot, though
I burned my tongue just a little, but did not mind.
ÒCareful not to spill any on their breasts, Candi,Ó hostess advised.
ÒWe donÕt want any of them scalded.Ó With her own fine bosoms
displayed, quiveringly, over the top of her too-tight bodice, lifting and
proferring her boobs like they were fruit displayed in a market, Candi
poured carefully, and each girl received her tea with a quiet, heartfelt
Òthankyou.Ó It was delicious tea. Fully blossomed, having brewed for
hours in back, prepared specially for us.
The second maid, dressed as Candi was but still retaining her
panties (though her apron too had now been tucked up), offered us cream
and sugar. I asked for two cubes. She lifted them with an elegant, slim
pair of tongs. When she was done she offered me a slice of lemon to go
with my tea, studded with cloves. I accepted, she dropped it in. I watched
it float upon my tea and then sipped carefully, lest I swallow it.
ÒWould you like milk also?Ó the maid asked me. I nodded. I was the
first to request it.
ÒTilt back your head and open your mouth,Ó the maid told me. I gazed
at her inquiringly.
ÒThe milk goes directly into the mouth, dear,Ó Jill explained.
ÒOpen wide,Ó the maid insisted, and made to pour whether I complied
or not. Quickly I parted my lips, gazed upward. The milk was poured too
fast. Its coldness hit my teeth, my chin, splashed onto my bosom. My
dress was held aloft still, the milk washed my teats within the confines
of my Ôbarely-thereÕ dress as the maid directed the flow from my face to
my tits.
ÒOh!Ó I cried, putting my head straight again. I clasped my bosoms
from beneath, afraid to block the pouring milk lest I be punished, but not
wanting it all the same. It was so very cold, as if preserved at just a
degree above freezing. A startling contrast to the tea.
The maid, as if to complete her conquest of me, dropped two lemon
slices straight onto my bosoms. I watched as they slid down over my
dress and dropped into my lap. Everyone had a good laugh, gazing at my
surprised face. Gwen wisely declined the milk when it was offered to her,
as did the other girls.
Ignoring the mischievous maid whoÕd nearly ripped open my dress
with the fast-pouring milk, hostess turned to Candi when sheÕd finished
serving tea and returned to the head of the table.
ÒYou are not the least bit messy, Candi,Ó hostess said to her.
ÒArenÕt you a bit embarrassed to be so fresh and clean while women who
are far superior to you sit with their dresses all ruined and their bosoms
plastered with spaghetti?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Candi answered truthfully.
ÒWell, I am,Ó hostess answered. ÒWe must somehow preserve the
dignity of all these fine young women here. Come, show me your bust. Let
us decorate it with a little milk and lemon juice.Ó Candi, squeamishly,
leaned forward and let hostess take hold of her young tits. ÒHow long have
you worked here, Candi?Ó hostess asked.
ÒOne month, maÕam,Ó Candi replied. ÒDo you enjoy sashaying around
with your bottom bare, or in just your undies, catering to men at sports
parties or to women at bridal showers?Ó hostess asked.
ÒA little,Ó Candi replied. She watched nervously as hostess picked
up a wedge of lemon. Candi screeched softly between close-pressed teeth
as hostess squished the wedge and squirted fresh lemon juice onto CandiÕs
stiff nipples.
ÒStings, doesnÕt it?Ó hostess asked her.
ÒYes, please donÕt dooo it,Ó Candi answered, but mistress firmly held
each titty in turn, lifting it up by grasping it from above, plucking the
young flesh up out of the gripping bodice, and squirted each nipple again
with a second wedge.
ÒWhat is your primary purpose here, Candi?Ó hostess asked.
ÒTo please the customer,Ó Candi answered.
ÒYour breasts please me. What do you think of that?Ó hostess asked
her.
ÒThank you, maÕam,Ó Candi shuddered. She watched as hostess lifted
a pitcher of milk. It had been replaced upon the trolley by the other maid.
It was still glazed with moisture, it was so cold.
ÒThis should feel good on your stingy nipples,Ó hostess said
soothingly. She poured the ice-cold milk onto CandiÕs teats. The girl rose
up on her toes, quavered right on her toe-tips as hostess washed each
nipple with milk. I pitied her. She was nearly as young as me, and Gwen
whispered in my ear that she was from the slums of Rio, plucked out to
serve here, in this elegant retreat, away from the anarchy and chaos of
RioÕs poorer districts, because of her extraordinary beauty. Yet she was
being used, I thought, and Gwen confirmed it, saying new girls were
brought here each year, the old ones discarded, unless they were specially
favored, in which case they were allowed to stay on.
ÒThis will be her first truly naughty party,Ó Gwen told me. ÒSheÕs
been permitted to just tease for a month, in preparation for tonight,
entertaining businessmen or ladies who cannot afford to pay what we are
paying tonight. After this she will be moved up to more rigorous service.
Each function will see her soundly thrashed, or balled by all the men up
her pretty ass, more than she can take, until she screams for mercy. She
will be tested beyond the limits of her endurance, wearing her out in just
one year.Ó Gwen stroked my thigh as she spoke, advancing it boldly up
within my too-short dress. I did not know whether she was speaking the
truth or not. It seemed to me this was a perfectly wholesome restaurant,
although the occasional bridal shower or private menÕs romp was not hard
to imagine in this room, if the men kept the noise down to a reasonable
level, or played a largescreen t.v. loud enough to drown out the partyÕs
more intimate moments. ÔMore difficult moments,Õ a maid might call
them, finding her pretty bottom stung by boisterous women with birches,
Oprah declaiming to an applauding audience in the background, drowning
out her cries. Or the men, ostensibly Ôwatching the game,Õ but actually
using the maidÕs bottom to relieve their tension, her heartstopping cries
extinguished by a roaring football stadium crowd. Truly, I did not know
what to think, about the maids and their fate, and it mattered less to me
now as I felt Gwen assault my pussy directly, her fingers teasingly
inserting themselves, questing for my button.
ÒPlease donÕt,Ó I gasped. But Jill took my hand and lifted her own
skirt up, decorously, as if attending to some necessity that need not be
apologized for. She stuck my own limp fingers into her pussy and made me
frig her even as Jill finger-fucked me. With her free hand Gwen rubbed
herself, frankly, the men watching, other girls gazing at us and nodding
approvingly.
ÒNow for that tomato up your bottom, Candi,Ó I heard hostess say
through dimming ears as I began to swoon under GwenÕs attention. Candi
turned, her breasts and bodice now coated with milk, and offered her
peach to hostess. Despite the look of apprehension on her young face she
parted the cheeks of her behind and waited as hostess lifted the from the
trolley a single tomato. There was a fresh jar of vaseline beside the
tomato and hostess took the tomato, which she held with the tea-service
tongs, and glided it gently across the surface of the new vaseline. In a
moment the tomato was properly prepared. As Candi waited, venting the
hinds of her bottom for hostess, the older woman stuck her fingers into
CandiÕs rear and pulled apart the ring of her anus.
ÒOooo, please donÕt,Ó Candi objected. Yet she did not do more than
flinch as hostess pressed the tongs to her resolutely. I watched, Gwen
fondling me, having found my special spot, as the tomato was inserted.
CandiÕs eyes popped open, wider than IÕd ever seen them. Her lips pursed
into a small O as the O of her anus was forced to receive in back. In went
the little vegetable, and hostess prodded CandiÕs anus with the now-empty
tongs to make sure it didnÕt come back out. Candi shuddered as she felt
the tomato worm its way up her butt. The rectum is like a vacuum, I read
once, and anything inserted into it will travel upward with ease. (Though
the journey back down might take awhile.) CandiÕs knees wobbled like
jello, her breasts shivered over the cups of her too-tight bodice. Hostess,
done at last, gave her an admonitory slap upon her buttcrack and told her
to quit showing off her bottom and stand up straight.
As Candi received her tomato the second maid came round and
exposed all of our bosoms. She did not ask permission, she simply
approached a woman from behind, lifted her straps neatly off her slim
shoulders, and then dipped her hands into her falling gown and hefted up
her gourds. White-fleshed they came into view, firm and swelling and
capped with lovely risen nipples. My own were lifted as I continued to
fuck and be fucked my Gwen and Jill. We paused a moment to let the maid
to her work, then went back to our own, lustily.
ÒPlease! I shall come soon!Ó I protested, more for politenessÕ sake, I
think, for I was finding the fingers very intrusive and wonderful at the
moment, watching Candi get fucked up her butt by mistress and her tongs.
CandiÕs tomatoing proceeded, as did my finger-fuck, and by the time Candi
stood erect again IÕd just drenched my panties in a lip-biting orgasm.
We tidied ourselves. We pushed our dresses back down our thighs
and looked guiltily at hostess.
ÒWell, well, three little piggies seem to have gone to market,Ó
hostess laughed. The men all watched me with desiring eyes. ÒYou have
such big bosoms for a 13-year-old,Ó hostess complimented me.
ÒIÕm almost 14,Ó I answered.
ÒSheÕs the same age as me!Ó Candi squeaked.
ÒYou are both fine young ladies, and very daring too, I might add,
though Candi here came out of financial necessity. Do you send your pay
packet home to mommie every week, like youÕre supposed to, to feed your
little sisters and brothers?Ó hostess asked Candi.
ÒMostly,Ó Candi gulped. I saw she wore an expensive diamond ring on
one of her fingers. The white fingerless glove which sheathed her wrist
complimented it most excellently.
ÒCandi, three of these young ladies might need their makeup
repaired,Ó hostess suggested. ÒPlease fetch a makeup kit and check their
lipstick for them, would you? Such activities at the dinnertable! Really,
girls! But you men enjoyed it, didnÕt you?Ó
The gentlemen nodded, all in a row, across from us. Gwen wagged
her finger at them.
ÒYou men just love seeing us girls get off, donÕt you?Ó she teased
them. Abruptly she reached beneath her dress. I saw that she was going
to take her panties off and watched, mesmerized, as she had to press her
face close to the table to do it. Getting panties off over oneÕs spiked
heels at a table was a problem, as IÕd discovered taking off my own to
receive the donation of cream. Now Gwen lifted her cream coated and
juice coated panties aloft, straightening up in her chair. She dangled them
before the menÕs amazed eyes. They wanted to fuck her so badly, I could
tell, and they were all big, strapping men, yet they did not dare act
without hostessÕ permission. All of them, I learned later, had visited
hostess in the days leading up the party. SheÕd read them the rules and
then made them drop their pants and receiving a butt-cracking strapping.
I envisioned the highly athletic Sam, bending over, receiving, howling as
hostess showed him in no uncertain terms who would be boss on party
night. As Jill told me later, heÕd eaten dinner for the next three days
sitting on a cushion sheÕd sewn specially for the occasion. ÒAll bare from
the waist down,Ó she confided in me. ÒIt hurt too much for him to put his
pants on. I enjoyed three solid days of him staying home from work,
catering to my every need, with his poor bottom a wreck but his cock
undamaged, and perpetually hard, it seemed, from the memories his
bottom gave him every time he bent over or sat down!Ó
Gwen drew back the rear of her panties, sling-shot like, and then let
go. Her panties snapped from her hands and hit Sam directly in the face.
Jill, laughing, removed her own and shot them off at GwenÕs husband, but
they went sailing over his head and fell uselessly on the floor behind him.
ÒLet me try with yours,Ó Jill urged me.
ÒNo, let her shoot her own herself,Ó Gwen replied, neither of them
considering that I might simply want to keep my panties on.
In the next several minutes all of us females took off our creamy
panties and fired them at our boyfriends. As Gwen insisted, I got to shoot
my own, which I used to score a direct hit on SamÕs nose!
ÒHey, you were supposed to shoot at GwenÕs husband!Ó Jill scolded
me.
ÒTheyÕre my panties, and IÕll shoot them at whoever I please,Ó I
answered. It had been so fun I wanted to get up and retrieve them and
shoot them again. Hostess sensed my need, saw the other girls shared it.
ÒAlright, men, get those cocks out,Ó hostess declared, suddenly
changing our party a bit, allowing us to be more frolicsome. ÒScoot your
chairs back and let us see how many of you girls can ring a pecker with
your panties. Be warned, though, missing will cost you a spanking and
succeeding will mean that you have to sit on the pole youÕve scored with.
IÕll keep notes up here. DonÕt be shy, go get your panties and fire away!
Ring as many cocks as you like. We can have you take all of them in the
weeks ahead. You need not sit on each one tonight!Ó
Laughingly we rose from our chairs. The men prepared themselves.
They watched with shocked eyes as hostessÕ game caused female panties
to be sent shivering down their poles, or shooting past them. We played
for several minutes, all of us females dancing around freely, shooting any
panties we could find now, not caring whose they were. At last hostess
had us retake our seats.
ÒThere! WasnÕt that fun?Ó she declared as we sat huffing and
puffing from our frolic, our cheeks red-flushed, our naked boobies heaving.
WeÕd all lost our dresses in the melee. There was nothing to hold them up
with the straps taken down. Losing our dresses, weÕd draped them over
the menÕs heads, and the males all sat now with gowns on their heads,
lifted from their eyes so they could see, and with female undies ringing
their stemming cocks.
STAR WARS
First Look at the Sexy Child Princess!
Star Wars, Young Jedi Knights, Lightsabers, $5.99. ISBN: 1-57297-
091-X
Review: Everyone is up in arms (or soon to be) over the new
Lolita movie. I say, who gives a shit? The new Lolita girl a) looks way
too old. b) wears too much makeup. and c) looks ugly.
The REAL Lolita is cuming from George Lucas! As reported some
time ago in Fuck Decency (or perhaps in my earlier zine, Naughty Naked
Dreamgirls) Lucas is developing a prequel to Star Wars. It features a
young, seductive child princess. Lucas is already casting this part.
Every night I have laid awake, wondering what the EmpireÕs sexy
child princess will look like. And today, walking innocently through the
grocery, I found out!
ÒThe Bestselling Saga Continues!Ó cries the dustjacket of this
book. But, frankly, I think TODAY is the first appearance of this series.
It consists of about a half dozen books. The one listed above features a
painting of the child princess on the cover. She is very, very cute. I
have no idea about the quality of the book, but the picture of the
princess is worth the price.
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- Time, February 24, 1997, pg. 68.
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-END OF 199 EMISSION
- Why do I keep going to the grocery every hour? Could it be that I like
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