Andrew Roller Presents
FUCK DECENCY
Issue No. 233
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Cunt Castle
Chapter One
Like music in the ears of a savage beast, her high-pitched, lilting
voice, so cultured, so civilized, seemed to quiet LouisÕ lust, though it did
nothing to ease the condition of his erection. Perhaps heÕd been looking
for her. A woman who could find just the right way to break him. I felt
immensely jealous, but knew I was learning too. I tried to copy RoseÕs
poise, her shy self-assurance. She was very admirable, I thought. She
could wrap men round her fingers, men other women wouldnÕt dare touch,
and make them heel. Yes, heel. Louis was like a big dog, one that runs
everyday, a thick-chested doberman perhaps, all black and brooding and
deadly. HeÕd gone easy on me so far, but I knew he harbored vicious
passions. They might spill out of control at any moment, and then who
knew what might happen? If I werenÕt so young, he might have abused me
already. Instead, heÕd loved me with restraint, but it was a caged kind of
restraint, the kind an executioner shows to a prisoner before he
despatches her. Like Anne, I waited for my thousand days to be up.
Perhaps thatÕs what drew me to him, his awfulness, his pirate nature. As
a little girl IÕd snuck into a lionÕs cage once, crept close. HeÕd yawned,
watching me. IÕd yearned to stick my little head in his mouth, just once,
to impress myself with my boldness. My girlfriend had watched, too
scared to come into the cage with me. As I contemplated my chances of
dying or living the keeper came, shouted, rescued me from the cage. IÕd
only been three, but I knew loins werenÕt just storybook friends. Girls
could get eaten by them. I watched as he shut the cage door, made very
sure it was locked. Now I was inside the cage again. Society had locked
the door, most firmly. There were hotlines and neighbor patrols and
community meetings, but IÕd slipped into the cage again, found a loose
latch, exploited it. And here I was, showing my cunt, so bad, yet loving
how the men eyed me. Despite their imprisoned dongs they were looking
at myself and Polly again, watching us breathe, watching our titties
jiggle. Did they long to spurt in us? I knew they must.
I heard a tinkling sound. My face twisted to the side, my eyes
confronted my companion.
ÒPolly, youÕre peeing!Ó I hissed.
ÒOf course IÕm peeing! I have to go to the bathroom!Ó she declared.
She was a frank creature. She did not understand the exquisiteness of
trying to hold it, with the men watching. Maybe they relished the contrast
between us, her so artless, so unaware, me knowing more, striving to be
mature. As if she were in school, she peed into the bowl, her eyes
observing the stream. It ended with a few golden drops. She watched
them fall from her privates. She looked at Rose. ÒMay I go now?Ó she
asked.
ÒYou just went, dear,Ó Rose replied, laughing. Polly blushed. I felt
my face go red too. The maid smirked.
ÒThat makes me want to go too,Ó Andre said.
ÒDoes it?Ó Rose asked cheerily. ÒYou may do so, Andre. Provided one
thing...Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Andre asked. ÒJust tell me. IÕll do it. I need to pee
pretty badly.Ó
Rose bent forward and grasped the hem of her skirt. Lifting it up her
legs, she said, ÒYou must let me pee in your mouth.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Andre asked, his cry echoed by Louis. Rose got her skirt up
above her waist and tucked it in there so it wouldnÕt fall back down again
in front. I saw her legs were as flawless as IÕd imagined them. Long and
sleek, with thigh-high stockings making them into sheened columns,
statuesque. Though IÕd yet to see it, I knew her bottom must be a tight
ball of desire, wiggling freely when she walked yet high and perfectly
shaped, not yet broadened and fattened by children.
ÒCome, Andre,Ó Rose said. ÒNot in your pump, of course, but to me,
dear.Ó She tugged on the cord which held them together. Andre responded.
He got up and come to the woman who held his dong encased in the tube. I
smiled at his haunches. They were striated with cane-marks, yet he
seemed to have forgotten them, so deeply enmeshed was he in thoughts for
his penis, held and captured by Rose and now held for ransom in return for
a perverted act.
Andre knelt. Polly watched with amazed eyes.
ÒDonÕt worry, ItÕs just a game,Ó I assured her, though IÕd never seen
it played.
Rose lifted her heels onto her chair. She glanced at me, smiled. She
was sitting like Polly and I now, though in better comfort. She scooted
her bottom forward so that its forward edge might overhang the chairÕs
seat. ÒPut your mouth right up to my cunt,Ó Polly told Andre. ÒDonÕt let
any of my pee spill on the floor.Ó Andre obeyed. As his mouth drew close
to her his breath exhaled. Rose shivered, tossed her head back. Like a man
making a seal on something, Andre closed his mouth over RoseÕs pussy
tightly, perhaps hoping to repay her for the vacuum sheÕd slipped on his
dick. Rose sighed and gave a little cry. I knew AndreÕs tongue must be
dabbling within her. ÒAlright, Andre, IÕm going to pee now,Ó Rose said.
She looked at him as one might regard a puppy. AndreÕs cock waggled
between his legs.
ÒUrck!Ó emanated from AndreÕs mouth, all covered up but still
audible, the sound no doubt coming out his ears as he suddenly felt his
mouth squirted with pee.
ÒDonÕt drink it, Andre. Just let it fill your mouth. ThatÕs it, exhale
and inhale through your nose. Let your cheeks puff out. They can hold a lot
of fluid. Yes, youÕre a good doggie, Andre. Let your mistress pee right into
you. Enjoy the taste of her flow over your tongue. DonÕt fight it. Ahhh,
youÕre my diaper, Andre. I love you.Ó
When Rose was finished, Andre looked like one of those puffer fish
you see in the ocean. She let him stand up and he looked around for
somewhere to empty himself. Louis exploded into laughter, seeing his
condition. ÒYou should be paraded around in front of the other guests, you
pantywaist!Ó Louis roared. Andre glowered at him but could say nothing
for fear of losing the pee. The maid went into the bedroom, returned with
a bowl. It looked like it might have held candies.
ÒIn here,Ó the maid said gruffly. Andre put his face over the bowl.
He seemed like a dental patient, gazing into that bowl, his cheeks swollen.
And then, with a spluttering whoosh, he dumped his mouthful of RoseÕs pee
into it.
ÒGive him some bourbon to wash his mouth out,Ó Rose told the maid.
She nodded. She set the bowl aside, to take downstairs, and went to the
little bar where our drinks were made. She poured a tall glass of bourbon
for Andre, brought two empties along for him to spit into. Andre returned
to his seat and gratefully received the new liquor. He cleansed his mouth
most thoroughly. Rose eyed Louis. ÒMy bladder is filling again,Ó she
warned him. Louis frowned and decided to look down at his cock. Rose
eased the pressure a little, twisting the knob beneath the ball to let out
some air.
ÒThank you,Ó Louis breathed.
ÒYouÕre being very good, Louis,Ó Rose complimented him. ÒShall I
leave my dress up? Do you like seeing my bush?Ó Her voice sounded
curious, as if she wanted a true answer, not just a lusty remark.
ÒGod, I love your cunt,Ó Louis confessed. He looked from his own
privates to hers. ÒTake the dress off, take everything off. Get on the
floor and let me fuck you!Ó
ÒIÕll start with the dress,Ó Rose replied. She stood and unzipped
herself in back. The garment fell down, pooled round her ankles. Daintily
she stepped out of it. She turned about and presented her bottom to LouisÕ
eyes. ÒMost men like my ass best,Ó she grinned. It was perfect, round and
upended like a bottom should be, with graceful twin cheeks that begged to
be poked. She bent forward and gave her tushy a little wiggle.
ÒGod, I could die in that ass!Ó Louis crowed.
ÒWell, Louis, youÕre about to,Ó Rose replied. With a devilish grin she
backed up to him. As the maid picked up her dress off the floor she stuck
her butt right into LouisÕ face. I could see he was getting a brownnose,
without even having to ask. ÒDo I smell good, Louis?Ó Rose asked. Louis,
his nose apparently stuck inside her shithole, nodded as best he could.
ÒFuck me with your tongue,Ó Rose insisted. ÒYou know where. Put it right
in. It will teach you a good lesson for speaking meanly to me.Ó
As I watched with shocked eyes and a jealously burning heart, Louis
introduced his tongue to RoseÕs butthole. She spread her cheeks with her
hands and he found himself suddenly accommodated. Had she been enlarged
to take a man more easily there? I did not know. His tongue browned,
Louis began to fuck her with it just as he might have done with his penis.
She laughed, then cried. Tears of joy, I guessed. How intimate, to have
your love clean out your butthole for you! Louis tongued faster now,
stabbing her repeatedly in her ass, making her moan and beg for more. She
forced her perfect fanny back into him more, urging him deeper. As Andre
watched, feeling suddenly let off easy, Louis gouged out RoseÕs hole with
his darting tongue.
Rose slipped her hand down to her pussy and massaged her clit. Her
delicate, long-nailed fingers worked expertly over her own sex. She
shrieked with pleasure. How odd it felt to see our discreet, cultured
mistress pleasuring herself, while my boyfriend reamed her butt.
Somehow, feeling a little detached, I imagined I could be seeing my own
mother, a few years younger perhaps, getting it from my dad. It seemed
something I should not be seeing. Yet it was transpiring right in front of
me, like two parents fucking in front of baby lying in the crib.
Polly gave a little cough. I looked at her, she at me. There was an
ersatz smile on her face. Her teeth sparkled whitely.
ÒDid you get splashed?Ó I asked her, looking down at her bulbing
bottom cheeks where they hung within the potty seat. It brimmed full
with her pee.
ÒA little,Ó she replied, lisping. I could tell she wanted someone to
finger her. Her pussy lips puffed with temptation. Even fingering herself
would have been quite satisfactory, IÕm sure. I knew thatÕs how sheÕd
usually found pleasure in life, lying in bed, dreaming, her finger busy down
below.
Louis must have had something of the true gentleman in him, despite
all his hardness, his surlyness. For, as he strove to tongue Rose as deeply
as possible (despite the obvious availability of his dick, which would have
done the job much more completely) he reached to RoseÕs front with his
hand. Gently he pulled her own sticky fingers away from herself and
replaced them with his own much more expert ones. His calloused, hairy
male digits carefully rubbed her round her spot, then a little over it,
making circles, tiny circles, doing her with care and grace like a woman
wants it, despite the fact she was making him clean out her bottom. Rose
howled with throat-wrenching passion. She placed her hand over his and
thanked him by pressing him more deeply into her. She abandoned herself
to love, ramming her buttcheeks into his face again and again. I knew then
why I loved Louis so much. He could be mean, and tough, and he loved to
swagger, but when the chips were really down he gave his all, even if you
teased and tortured him. He fondled you and kissed you and (yes) tongued
you, a perfect gentleman in the throes of love, despite all that had gone
before; the barbs, the slights, the arguments, the slaps and (if you
provoked him enough) the beatings. And, looking at his cock, I knew the
night wouldnÕt end simply with him tongue-fucking her. She, or somebody,
was going to get LouisÕ glorious dick rammed right up her. Then he would
be rough again, slamming himself into you and making you groan and
making your body creak like all your bones would crack, until at last you
lay under him puddle-like, all teary and honeyed and spent.
The maid ignored RoseÕs wanton cries. She freed Andre from his
cock-tube, as his reward for being a human urinal for her mistress. Andre,
his face delirious with delight at finally having his cock back, sank into
his chair with its comforter and just sat a moment, staring at his
erection, savoring how it swayed hugely above his crotch, as if saying,
ÒFree at last! Free at last! Thank god IÕm free at last.Ó Cocks couldnÕt
speak, of course, but his seemed like it wished to. His balls tremored
underneath, his nuts swamped with sperm, hoping soon to ejaculate it.
Her skirts bustling round her, the maid approached us. She did not
look at us. We were nothing to her. She placed a hand on the front of
PollyÕs potty and to my surprise I saw the front of it open. The maid
reached in and pulled out the bowl which held PollyÕs pee. She left with
it, went downstairs. A minute later she returned with a clean bowl and
put it in where the other had been. She snapped the front of PollyÕs toilet
shut. Then she opened the front of my potty. She took out my bowl and
looked inside. There was nothing there. I still held my pee inside me. She
put my bowl back, closed up my toilet, and returned to her corner where
she waited to serve us.
Rose finished her course with Louis. I heard footsteps on the stairs.
The young girl who had served us earlier appeared. She held a plateful of
steaming hot towels. A metal cover was over them, but the fat maid
lifted it up, took out a towel, and went over to Louis. She wiped his face
as a mom might clean up her five-year-old, fresh from the backyard mud.
The young maid departed. I watched her go. I wished she would stay. I
liked her better than the old one.
Standing, nude but for her stockings and pumps, Rose walked to the
plateful of towels. Her hips swung with fulfillment. She had a gorgeous
bottom, all round and boldly jiggling, with a free, swaying grace that
announced she was a woman. She took a towel for herself, walked back to
the men, and spoke quietly and cheerfully to them as she stood before
them, toweling off her privates. Then she wiped AndreÕs dick with her
towel to clean him up a little too. HeÕd been drooling precum like a baby
drools spittle, watching her and Louis get it on.
ÒItÕs time to get you out of that horrid Pumper, Louis,Ó Rose laughed
to him. She knelt before him, gradually released the pressure in the tube,
and then drew it off him. She tilted the tube to her eye and looked inside
to make sure Louis hadnÕt spent any of his sperm in it. ÒJust precum,Ó
Rose said approvingly. The maid brought a towel and Rose wiped down
Louis like she might do a horse, loving and cherishing his erection, making
me jealous. I could do nothing but watch. My hands were still bound
tightly behind me, locked in hard police steel, leaving my titties and pussy
to whomever might wish to plunder them. I felt tender and vulnerable. I
had no protection if one of them should choose to do something awful to
me.
Rose gazed at me with catÕs eyes when she was done wiping my
boyfriend. ÒFleury, youÕre proving quite a champion today, holding back
your pee,Ó she said to me. ÒBut IÕm afraid IÕm going to have to encourage
you a little. PollyÕs peed, and me too. Now itÕs your turn.Ó She approached
me. Beyond, the maid brought empty, narrow-necked liquor bottles for the
men.
ÒWhat are these for?Ó I heard Louis ask. Rose turned, looked back
over her shoulder. ÒDonÕt you have to go? Put your penis tip to the open
neck of the bottle and see if you can fill it with dandelion wine, as we call
it here. IÕll make a girl drink it if you do. Some girl you donÕt even know.
Piss in the bottle and fill it up for her. When youÕre gone, off at your job
or elsewhere, you can remember your homemade bottle of wine here, and
know that some female will be made to cherish every drop. Piss, Louis. A
fine penis like yours must make excellent pee.Ó
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AND IN THE END...
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ÒPLEADED GUILTY. CAPTAIN DERRICK ROBERTSON, 31, to
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