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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP: Stocking Tops 11 and 12/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 07:10:05 -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 11/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


Hannah wasn't home so I slunk into my room and, exhausted, fell asleep. As 
usual, I woke with a hard-on  but, this time, also with a ribbon around my 
cock. I removed the pink ribbon in the bathroom and shaved my crotch as well 
as my face. Wincing in pain from my whipped ass, I stepped into the shower.

As I was drying myself after my shower, I heard the `phone ring and then 
stop as Hannah answered it. Sighing, I retied the ribbon around the base of 
my cock, finishing it in a bow as Julie had done. I felt ridiculous.

Back in my room, I picked up the pantyhose packet and studied it. Black, 
sheer to waist, extra-large. I'd seen women put pantyhose on before so I 
vaguely knew what to do. Seated on the edge of the bed, I slipped one foot 
in and then the other, standing to pull the pantyhose up and around my 
waist. The sensual feel of the pantyhose made me hard, the tight nylon 
pulling my cock against my belly.

I was pulling on a white shirt when Hannah, dressed in her robe, walked in. 
She laughed when she saw the pantyhose and laughed louder when she saw the 
pink ribbon around my cock. "When Julie told me, I just had to see it," she 
said. I guess I knew who had just been on the `phone. "You look stupid," 
Hannah continued, hands on hips. "Turn around." I did and I heard her laugh 
again. "Still sore?" she asked and I nodded. "Good," she said. "Follow me."

She strode back to her bedroom and I sheepishly followed in the pantyhose 
and my shirt. It was strange feeling the pantyhose on my legs and cock, 
somehow arousing.   "Lose the shirt," she said when I walked into her room 
and I hung it over the door knob. Laughing, she pointed at my cock. "I love 
the ribbon. Julie is wicked!" She sure is, I thought. You just don't know 
how wicked.

She sat on the bed, pointing at the floor and I knelt in front of her. 
"Julie got me so hot talking on the `phone. She said to use you like the 
pussy licker you are. What are you?" she snapped.

"A pussy licker," I said, looking down.

Hannah pulled her robe apart. She was naked underneath and I stared at her 
hairy pussy, the pouting lips and the sweet musky aroma. "You know what I 
want," she said huskily. "No trigger words any more, you have do what I say. 
Let's see what you've learned. Lick me," she commanded.

Slowly, I moved my head between her thighs and let my tongue delicately move 
over the tops of her thighs and lightly over her puffy lips. Her juices were 
flowing and I wondered what Julie had said to get her so aroused.

It seems I had learnt how to lick pussy as she started to cum after a few 
moments of my probing tongue started its journey over her clitoris. My face 
was ground into her wetness as she moaned and groaned through her orgasm.

Suddenly, she pushed me away and I sprawled on my back on the carpet, 
sending pain through my whipped ass. "I don't know how I once loved you, 
Roy! Get out of my sight!" She pulled the robe around her and stalked into 
her bathroom.

I scooped up my shirt and dragged my feet back to my room to dress. The 
pantyhose under my trousers felt warm and strange. I thought the section 
showing under my trouser cuffs would pass for socks so it shouldn't be so 
obvious I was wearing hose.
End Part 11/30.


Stocking Tops Part 12/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil



Mandy was all ready in and in Robert's office. She must have pushed him out 
and he probably didn't care. Not even bothering to knock, Mandy walked into 
my office, carrying her diary and a folder of papers, shutting the door 
behind her. "Off that seat," she said and I quickly got off my chair and 
watched as she casually sat behind my desk. As she crossed her legs, I stole 
a glance at her long legs in sheer black nylons and her short black skirt.

"I've organised the sales team to focus on these high net worth areas. 
Forget the low market stuff! And I've started an advertising campaign. We're 
getting serious!" She looked up and smiled. "I hear you've got some serious 
accessories." I blushed. " Drop your pants!"

Unbuckling my belt, I let my pants drop to my ankles. As Mandy started 
laughing, I stole a nervous glance out the window. My office was three 
floors up but people in the other building may be able to see me.

She started giggling when she saw the ribbon and my hard cock squashed 
against my belly. "Still painful?" she asked as I followed her finger 
directions to pirouette.

"Yes," I said.

"Excellent. And I think you should call me Ms Munro from now on. A sign of 
respect. Understand?"

"Yes Ms Munro," I replied, humiliated.

"Put your pants and shoes over there," she waved at a shelf and I followed 
her instructions. "Now, go and tell Lorraine that we are in conference and 
will not be disturbed until lunch.

I gulped. Lorraine was our receptionist that sat near the door to my office. 
I couldn't go out there dressed in pantyhose, white shirt and a tie! But I 
had no choice.

Mandy enjoyed my discomfort for a while but showed some mercy as I started 
walking to the door. "Open the door and stick your face around the corner."

Relieved, I did just that and Lorraine, a pert nineteen year old, just 
waved.

"I let you off then. I won't do it again."

"Thank you Ms Munro," I quickly said. I didn't want to have to parade 
through the office dressed like this.

"Where's your contact list?" I quickly pulled the book out from the drawer 
and gave it to her. "Good. All the phone numbers are here," she said, 
flicking through the address book.  "Get under  the desk," she ordered.

I slid under the desk and she uncrossed her legs and opened them to my eyes. 
Black stockings, no panties and a lovely red haired pussy.

"Lick me," she ordered. I moved closer, pulling myself completely under the 
desk, and started gently using my tongue on her pussy.

Above me, she picked up the `phone and punched in a number from the book. 
"Mr Jones? This is Mandy Munro from Coast Realty." Pause. "I'm fine. You? 
That's good. I'm ringing to let you know I will be your new contact at Coast 
from now on. No, Roy's Ok. He's just moved into a new position." A slight 
giggle. "He's got other details on his mind now. I've been appointed the new 
manager and I would love to meet with you. Next Thursday?" I heard rustling 
as she must have written the date into her diary. "Great. See you then."

"Mmm," she said leaning back in the chair and I looked up at her from under 
the desk, my tongue at her pussy. "That's your place from now on." She 
picked up the `phone and started working through all the names in my contact 
book while I caressed her pussy with my tongue. Mandy was nowhere near 
cumming but was enjoying the feel of my tongue and the sight of me on my 
knees in pantyhose.

Sometime later, I was still under the desk, licking, my jaw aching when I 
heard the office door open. I cringed in shame. "Mandy?" I heard Lorraine's 
voice.

"Yes, Lorraine?"

"There's a Julie here to see Roy. Where is Roy?" she asked in a puzzled 
voice.

"Under the desk."

"What!"

"I'll explain later. Send her in." I didn't hear the door close and wondered 
if any part of me could be seen from the reception area.

"Hello, Mandy."

Mandy pushed me away, straightened her skirt and moved to greet Julie. 
"Julie," she said and I guessed they hugged each other.

"Where is he?"

"Under the desk," Mandy replied and they laughed.

"Get out here, toy," Julie ordered and I crawled out. Thankfully, the office 
door was closed.

"Toy?" Mandy laughed. "I like that."

"Stand up," Julie said, then laughed. "The ribbon is great, isn't it?" she 
said to Mandy.

Mandy nodded. "I like it. Do you like it, Toy?"

"No, Ms Munro. I feel stupid."

Julie raised her eyebrow. "You are training him well. Do you have scissors?" 
Mandy pointed to a pair on the desk and Julie picked them up. "Here, Toy, 
cut the crotch of your pantyhose so we can see the ribbon." I cut a circle 
out of the pantyhose. "Bigger," Julie instructed and I cut further.  I stood 
still for their inspection, my hard cock standing out from my shaven groin, 
now totally exposed with the pink ribbon around the base of my cock clearly 
visible.

"That's better," said Mandy threw the piece of pantyhose into the waste 
basket as both women dissolved into giggles. When they'd recovered, Mandy 
asked Julie, "Now, the reason for your visit?"

"Yes, I want to take the Toy out. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all. There's no real work for him here any more. I'm moving into 
this office and the new sales people will need Robert's old office so take 
him for as long as you like." I hung my head at that news. Not only had I 
lost respect and control but, now, my business as well!

"You're really moving along," Julie said admiringly.

"This will be an all female office. Except for the Toy, that is." They 
laughed again.

"Ok. Get dressed, Toy, " Julie said and kissed Mandy on the cheek. "Thanks."

I followed her out, trying to ignore the strange looks and giggles from the 
staff.
End Part 12/30.



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