Message-ID: <19342eli$9901260425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: FUCK DECENCY 419 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36ABECDA.1D13@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- BOOK REVIEW by holy joe Yesterday I went over to Perply’s. His T.V. was off. He wasn’t reading any of his teen magazines. He wasn’t even reading any of his little girl magazines. Instead, he was writing in a notebook. “Perply,” I said. “What are you doing?” “I’m finishing a dictionary,” he told me. “A dictionary?” I asked him. “You’re rather ambitious, don’t you think?” “No,” Perply said. “Because I’m already finished with it. It’s time we joined the modern age, holy joe.” “I thought I was already in it,” I said. “Wherever I go, there I am. In the present!” “Yes, but we must be politically correct, joe,” Perply told me. “Oh,” I said. “Don’t worry. That’s what this dictionary of mine is. It’s a politically correct dictionary. And since I’ve just finished it, it’s the most recent politically correct dictionary too, which means it’s the most correct!” Not quite following his logic, I nonetheless let Perply show me his dictionary. It had quite a few words in it. They were quite interesting. Here’s a selection: PERPLY’S POLITICALLY CORRECT DICTIONARY abridged Companion Girl - Formerly known as a “little girl”, or “child”, the full depth of her contributions to our society can at last be recognized. She’s fun, happy, and cute. She’s also, contrary to conventional wisdom, full of interesting thoughts, for those willing to listen. What better way to spend the day than with a beautiful Companion Girl? (And the night too.) Ogre - Commonly mispronounced as “woman”. This creature is to be avoided at all costs. She is plotting, manipulative, deceitful, and lacks any true sense of fun. There is not a single thought in her head that is worth hearing. In fact, any moron can figure out what she’s going to say before she even says it. She exhibits a deep jealousy of Companion Girls, particularly when they are in the company of the next entry. Honorary President - Previously referred to as a “pedophile”, “child molester”, or even (stretching credulity to its limit) a “dangerous sexual predator”, this citizen can at last be given his proper name and definition. He is a companion to Companion Girl, listed above. Cro-Magnon Man - A male found in the company of Ogre. This creature lacks the intelligence to be with Companion Girl, except due to biological accident. Castration has proven useless in improving the I.Q. of this creature. Judas - This being claims to be “patrolling” the internet, but really is only feeding his or her own ego, to the detriment of others. Sends innocuous-sounding messages asking to “trade” various types of “pics”. These invariably prove to be forbidden by the Toilet. (See Below.) Toilet - The repository of politicians’ egos, otherwise known as “The Law”. At various times, under “The Law”, it was forbidden to translate the Bible into English, be a Christian, or heal the sick on Sunday. This is why the Toilet often needs to be flushed. Unfortunately politicians keep filling it. Andrew Roller Presents FUCK DECENCY NAKED girls and more at: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Issue No. 419 Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in Passion’s Playpen Chapter Ten Kate was permitted to do as she wished during the afternoon, but the dildo was not removed. A thin leather strap that passed around her waist and between her legs kept it in place. The strap was much too narrow to hide the fur of her pussy, and Kate wished she could at least be permitted a panties to keep the maid from looking at her. But no panties were given to her and the maid, bustling about, saw everything Kate and the rest of them did. Kate chose to lie in the big living room of the penthouse, sunning herself. She spread out a beach towel on the carpet and lay inside the sliding glass door. The UV from the sun couldn’t tan her bottom but the heat could sooth and warm her. She liked the heat. She lay her head in her arms and felt the big dildo bugling inside her. It was distinctly uncomfortable but she had no say in how her body was used. Her hands were left free, but she knew if she tried to undo the g-string that held her dildo in place they would make her wear chains. After they’d punished her. Shivering in her shift that only covered her back and left her bottom bare, Kate tried to sleep. Sam and Gilda stepped out on the porch. The maid gave them each a small washcloth to sit on and they sat down on the hard cement of the porch. Kate, pretending to be sleeping, watched through slitted eyes as Gilda sprinkled little girls’ jacks on the floor of the porch. She sprinkled them over Sam’s erect cock. Then, teaching him how to play jacks, she bounced the ball all around his erection and picked up the jacks one by one. Sam didn’t mind the attention, although he looked like he might spend himself at any moment as Gilda’s slender fingers whisked pluckingly about his stiffy. She encouraged him to play and he poured the steel jacks over his penis. Then, careful not to rub himself, he picked up the jacks while bouncing the ball around his dick. “They’ve invented a new twist on jacks,” Ben said to Kate, walking into the living room and standing beside her. “I hate you,” Kate breathed. She trembled, afraid he might hit her for talking back. “You look lovely lying on the floor like that. Did one of your boyfriends leave something behind after porking you?” Ben asked. Kate shivered and spread her legs wider. It did nothing to ease the discomfort in her ass. “You’re cruel and inhuman,” Kate said. Ben made no reply. He stared down at her, then lifted his eyes and looked at Gilda. She laughed as she took her turn, pouring jacks all over Sam’s hard-on. Beside her, on the concrete, lay her trusty riding crop. How could he sell this lovely creature at his feet into slavery? Ben asked himself. He tried to keep the name of the man he intended to sell her to from his mind. No, don’t think of it, he told himself. Yet it gave him a certain erotic thrill to think of her in his clutches. The Beast, that was his name. He was a fat arab sultan but he was known as the harshest tyrant around. Girls sold to him did not return. She would be his prisoner forever, and count herself lucky if she were permitted by him simply to stay alive. “I hate you,” Kate said again, lying at Ben’s feet. With her tongue she reached for his shoes and gave one of them a small lick. “Well, I don’t hate you,” Ben replied, and turned away. “Unfortunately...” he added under his breath. For he could have easily sold a girl he hated. He would have to try to think of Kate more neutrally, he told himself. Perhaps then he could sell her with an easy heart. Chapter Eleven “Lie still, Kate. I must remove the dildo,” Gilda urged Kate. She lay upon the massage table again. The sheet beneath her was fresh and she had two newly slipcased pillows under her hips. Sam stood helpfully beside her, stroking the hair that fell in curls over her neck and face. Ben stood in the doorway. The maid stood at her hips, much to Kate’s chagrin. This time there was no massage. Gilda undid the g-string from Kate’s waist and crotch. Then, seizing the dildo with her fingers, she pulled hard upon it. “Ohhh!” Kate blurted. ----- “That little bit of leather” by Michael O’Marah You said you loved me as you reached for that bit of leather. I knew this was another game, I wondered whether I would enjoy it, or [if] it would be like the last. I watched as you wrapped the string of leather around my cock, behind my balls again and again. I tried to pull it off, my cock would explode with the pressure of my blood but you grabbed my hands, pulled the handcuffs from under the pillow. Still I tried to loosen that leather with my thighs but you grabbed my feet and tethered them. I’d just bought those bed posts. I wasn’t liking this game. I begged for you to stop, loosen the choke hold you had on my cock, you laughed, took out the rest of your toys. My eyes widened in fear as the clamps came near to my chest, I begged you to stop. You didn’t. The pain, you pinched and pulled upon my nipples, hard enough for me to forget the pain between my legs and enjoy them both. You weren’t near done, were you, as you took that monster into both hands. Nothing that large could be called a dildo. You pushed into me, stretching when I’d been stretched too far. You pounded into me, that thing was tearing me apart and we enjoyed it. You straddled me, opened yourself up and swallowed. I moaned for a moment in pleasure. you grasped those clamps, pulled and pulled, bounced, I thought to explode from the pain, pleasure, pain until I did and filled you and you rode the storm. It lasted forever until you took away the clamps, left me empty without the dildo. You looked into my eyes for the first time as you unwound that bit of leather. You freed my hands, went in for a shower never saying a word. I knew this wasn’t the last game we’d play as I fondled that little bit of leather, flushing the toilet. Candle light can be so romantic. (Perply suggested that the dominatrix was 10-years-old, but I’m sure that thought never crossed the poet’s mind. - h.j.) AND IN THE END... “It must be culture, because it certainly isn’t entertainment.” - Lord Grade (The Economist, December 19, 1998, pg. 122.) -------------------------- 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 “standard” archive. Change “standard” 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. 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