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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP: Stocking Tops 1/30 (FD MC Humil, mast)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 06:10:02 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!



Stocking Tops Part 1/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil

Hannah and I have been married for about three years. She's a smart, 
beautiful woman who knows exactly what she wants. A doctor of medicine, 
Hannah had just joined a small partnership when she met me. I was the real 
estate agent who sold her new house to her. What she saw in me, I don't know 
but we were married within twelve months and now, three years later and due 
to her driving and encouragement, I'm the owner of a thriving real estate 
practice.

A tall, dark haired woman with a hot body to match, sex with Hannah, from my 
point of view, was always great. I like it fast and furious with me spurting 
a powerful orgasm into that gorgeous body. Lately, she's been trying to get 
me to talk about our sexual `problems' but I laugh it off. It's just the 
doctor in her. Anyway, I don't see any problem.

I've always enjoyed sex but with both of us with busy schedules we haven't 
been as regular as we could be so I found some compensation. Her name was 
Mandy. Young, long red hair, dressed to kill, Mandy was a new sales person 
in my office and we fooled around once or twice. Well, maybe a little more.

I used to pull her short skirt up, pantyhose down and fuck her from behind 
with her big tits mashed into my desk. And then send her back to work with 
my cum leaking into her pantyhose. Dangerous but exciting.

Then Mandy started asking me when I was going to leave Hannah. Well, that 
started me laughing and she stormed out of the office. That's when this all 
started.

"So," my wife said icily, "you've been fucking on the job?"

"Hannah," I protested, "How can you say...."

"Mandy told me everything," she calmly announced. I was dumbfounded.

"You spoke to....?"

"Yes. She called me out of desperation and, probably love. You don't deserve 
her, us!" she snapped. "I know everything, Roy. She cried her heart out, 
poor thing."

I had to move fast. "Hannah, I'm sorry. She didn't mean anything to me. It 
was just sex. You know," I smiled weakly, "you and I haven't had much 
opportunity lately."

"Oh, it's my fault, is it?"

"Well, you know, as a man, I need to cum. Regularly. I just have to."

She stared at me for a long moment. "I'll think about this."

"Hannah," I said desperately, "I love you. Let's not break up over this. 
I'll do anything." She didn't reply and walked away.

Worried, I watched her stride away. We had all our assets in joint holdings 
and the last thing I needed was some shifty divorce lawyer crucifying me in 
the court, leaving me dead broke.

I spent the night in the spare room and, gingerly, sat down for breakfast. 
Hiding behind my newspaper, I waited. After a while, she looked at me across 
the breakfast table. "Roy, last night, you said you'll do anything to keep 
us together. Was that true?"

"Of course," I lied, looking up from the newspaper.

"Good. I want you to give up smoking. You know how I hate it."

I looked back at the newspaper. "Sure. I've quit as of now. Not a problem." 
This was going to be easy, I thought happily. She's not as mad as I thought.

"I know how difficult it will be for you so I've made an appointment with a 
Hypno-therapist. It's at ten. Please make sure you get there on time." She 
handed me a card.

"Hypno-therapist? Hypnotised?"

"Yes, darling, it works." She left the table with a swirl and I stared at 
the card. Hell, no one could hypnotise me and this will keep Hannah happy 
so, what have I got to lose?

At the office, Mandy gave me an icy stare as she passed me in the hall. I 
also received a few cold looks from a few of the other women in the office 
so Mandy has obviously been blabbing in the rest-room. They'll get over it.

I arrived at the appointment on time and was introduced to Julie. She was a 
stunning blond woman who sat next to me, fiddling with a gold bracelet while 
she talked. "So, Roy, Hannah tells me you want to give up smoking?"

I laughed. "Hannah wants me to give up smoking. " I kept watching the 
bracelet and she started droning on about the evils of smoking and that I 
should give hypnotism a chance. Finally, I laughed. "Julie, forget it. I'll 
give it a chance but it's not going to work on me."

She smiled and stood up. "It all ready has, Roy. Look," she said pointing at 
the clock. I was shocked, it was ten after eleven. "How do you feel?"

I shook my head. I felt great. "I feel great," I said, standing. "So, what 
happens now?"

Julie laughed. "You won't smoke again, I guarantee it."

Back at the office, I tried to make up with Mandy but she gave me the cold 
shoulder so, I went home.
Hannah called me into the study and smiled. "How did it go?"

I guessed 'it' was the hypnotherapy. "Okay, I suppose."

"Good." Then she looked me in the eyes and said, "Destiny."

I blinked my eyes, clearing them . "What did you say, dear?" I asked. I felt 
relaxed and I hadn't had a cigarette or, for that matter, even thought of 
one.

"Nothing." She smiled. "Let's go out for dinner." I looked at the clock and 
was surprised. I had been home for forty minutes but I thought I had just 
walked in the door. Oh well, it's been a long day.

The next morning, I was just about to leave for the office when Hannah 
called me. She was seated a chair in the middle of the lounge-room, dressed 
in a short black skirt, black  hose and a dark blue blouse.

"Yes, dear?"

"Roy, I'm still very angry about you and Mandy." Oh shit, that again.

"But, Hannah...."

"And I also remember what you said about needing to cum." She then looked 
straight at me and said, slowly and clearly, "Roy, darling, I want to show 
you something."

Those simple words rocked me.  Almost from a distance, I watched myself 
strip my pants and underwear down, then fall to my knees in front of her. 
"Look," she purred and I watched her painted fingernail slide up her leg 
until it reached the hem of her skirt. Smiling, she raised the skirt to 
reveal her stocking top and part of a black garter belt. "Look Roy," she 
smiled. "Stocking tops."

At those two words, my cock jutted hard from my body, my hand circling it 
and I frantically started to jerk off while she watched, laughing.

"Hannah," I cried, "what's happening?" I could control my voice but not my 
hand as it worked on my cock, building myself towards a massive cum while I 
stared at the black nylon against the white flesh of her thigh.

"Here," she said, holding a glass screw top jar, "Cum in that." I watched my 
other hand take the jar and hold it under my cock.  Suddenly, I spurted and 
spurted in to the jar, my body shaking with the release. Hannah looked at 
her watch. "Quick, as usual,' she said calmly. Then she threw her head back 
and laughed loudly.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she tossed the lid of the jar to me. "Put that 
on and put your cum in the refrigerator." Silently, I did as she said, 
wondering what in the hell happened.

When I returned, she was picking up her briefcase and car keys. I felt 
foolish, standing there naked from the waist down. "Hannah," I asked, "what 
have you done?"

"A little hypnosis, Roy. A simple command phrase that I put in your mind. 
Julie programmed you to respond to my command word and I then insert actions 
and reactions in your mind. Lovely, isn't it?"

"You bitch," I said, moving towards her.

"Now, Roy," she said mildly, "be careful. Or you could be on your knees 
jerking that pathetic little cock of yours until it falls off. I'm sure you 
wouldn't want that." She slammed the door on her way out.
End Part 1/30.


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