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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 19/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 09:10:08 -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 19/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil





Hannah forced my mouth open and the gag and bridle were strapped around my 
head. Once again, I was silenced. To my horror, she pulled the curtains back 
from the floor to ceiling window and I looked down on the street. A family 
was walking down the footpath and a car drove past. Could they see me? I 
tried to shrink back but couldn't.

With a flick, Hannah turned the light off. "They can't see you now," she 
said. "But, I can turn the light back on at any minute."

I looked out onto the street and saw Julie's car turn into the driveway just 
as I felt the first swat on my ass. I yelped into the gag and Hannah 
laughed. She brandished her tennis racquet and she hit me again. My ass was 
still sore from Mandy's belting and the tail butt plug so the swipes from 
the racquet hurt even more.

"I put up with you and your half assed behaviour for three years," Hannah 
said bitterly. "Wasted three years on you."

Swat! "Mmft!" I gurgled into the gag.

"Well," I heard Julie say as she entered the room. "I heard the noise from 
downstairs. A little bit of fun."

The spanking stopped and I heard them kiss. "I missed you," Hannah said.

"I missed you. Look. I got you a present." Rustling of paper.

"Oh my god!" Hannah exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like this." I tried 
to turn my head far enough around to see but couldn't. "I've heard of them 
but..."

"Why not try it out?" Julie said and I felt a shiver of fear at the tone in 
her voice.

"You mean....?" Then, some giggles.

"Why not? Show him you really are the boss."

I heard kissing and then, Julie's soft voice. "You can do it. And I want to 
watch." A quick rustle of clothing. "Look what the idea of watching you does 
to me."

"You're wet."

"I know. Do it," she urged.

"All right," Hannah said with a laugh. "He deserves it. But, you'll have to 
help me."

I heard more rustling and I looked over my shoulder. My cock was very hard 
and the sight of Hannah completely naked seemed to make it even harder. 
Julie was standing next to her, smiling coldly at me as she held a huge 
strap on dildo in her hand.

"Mmfft!" I protested, shaking at my bonds, causing the cock bell to ring. "I 
think he's seen it," Julie said, laughing as she stepped out of her skirt. 
My cock twitched at the sight of her in white lace bra and black pantyhose.

"I'll just go to the bathroom," Hannah said and I watched her tits bounce as 
she skipped away.

"Bring some lubricant back," Julie called after her. The bathroom door 
closed and Julie was pushing her pantyhose groin against my ass, whispering 
in my ear, "I'm going to enjoy this," she whispered, her fingers tickling my 
shaven balls. "Watching her fuck you." We heard the toilet flush and Julie 
sat back on the bed.

"Well," Hannah said uncertainly when she returned. "Do you think I really 
should?"

"Of course. Think of all the things he's done to you. He means nothing to 
you now. You know that. He's an animal. Remember, you've got me." I heard 
Julie kiss her and whisper softly. "The idea of it is really getting me 
hot."

"Your pantyhose is soaked," Hannah murmured.

"Do it. You know you want to. He's so low, he'll probably get off on it. 
Here, let me put it on for you."

"Ohhh," Hannah moaned and I guessed Julie was caressing her pussy.

"This buckles here so this little bit fits on your clit. How does that 
feel?"

"Hmmm. Nice." Hannah walked into my line of sight and I gasped in horror 
into my gag. The strap-on dick hung obscenely from her pussy as she evilly 
stroked it.

Julie knelt in front of her and, leering at me, said, "Let me get it wet for 
you." My cock surged as I watched Julie suck that fake cock. Although I 
wanted to tear my eyes away, I couldn't and watched as Julie slid the fleshy 
coloured cock in and out of her red lipstick covered mouth. The pressure of 
her clit was making Hannah moan and she tossed her head back, her big tits 
moving as she did.

Julie pulled back, flicked her long blonde hair over her naked shoulders and 
moved over to me, something in her hand. Gripping my waist, she pulled me 
back so, with my arms tied above me, I was now bent over slightly at the 
waist. The curtains were pulled back even more and light flooded the room. 
"Do you think they'll be able to see you get fucked in the ass by your 
ex-wife?" she laughed as I struggled.

Hannah laughed as well. "Ex-wife? I like that."

Something cool was being spread on my ass and I felt Julie's fingers start 
to probe. It felt different and, even though I knew it shouldn't feel that 
way, it also felt exciting.

Suddenly, I felt the fake cock at the entrance of my ass and I instinctively 
tightened, trying to force it out. "You'd better let it in," whispered 
Julie. "No use fighting it. Your Mistress is going to fuck you whether you 
like it on not. Aren't you, Hannah?"

"Yes," Hannah said throatily as she forced it in and I screamed into the 
gag. "I'm going to fuck your ass, slave!" It slid in further and I knew I 
had to try to relax or it would tear me apart.

Suddenly, with a wrench the cock was completely in and I screamed again, 
tears running from my eyes. Hannah didn't move as I sobbed brokenly into the 
gag. I felt so full, so used, so hard as Hannah pressed her big naked tits 
against my back.

"Look out the window, slave," she urged and I blinked the tears away to see 
a woman jogging past. "That's Elaine. You know, the young woman from up the 
street you're always drooling over. What would she think if she knew you 
were getting fucked in the ass by your Mistress?"

"Maybe she can see," Julie laughed.

Hannah started moving in and out. "Hmm," she moaned. "This feels so good. If 
I keep this up, I'm going to cum."

"You cum, my love," urged Julie. "Look, he's loving this." My cock bobbed 
around, the bell tingling.

"Take his gag off," Hannah said. "I want to hear him moan as I fuck him."

Julie was laughing as she removed the bridle and wiped the tears off my 
face. "Poor little slave's been crying," she said.

I cried out as Hannah pulled back and then rammed in, out and in. Moaning, I 
hung my head as Hannah mercilessly fucked my ass. "I feel so, I don't know, 
ooh but it feels great!" Hannah said huskily.

"You feel powerful," Julie said. "And you look so powerful. Slam it in!"

"Ooh baby," moaned Hannah as she slammed in and out of my helpless ass.

"Fuck him, Hannah! Fuck him!" Julie urged. "Let me kiss your breasts."

"Ohhhh," moaned Hannah, slamming faster and faster, rocking me back and 
forth.

"Cum, baby. You are sooo sexy, soo powerful," I heard Julie whisper.

I felt Hannah press against my back and fondle my balls. "Does toy want to 
cum?" she demanded, gasping.

"Please, Mistress, " I cried, my cock bell ringing.

"We let him cum last night," reminded Julie.

Hannah pushed off me and sawed the dildo in and out. "You're right. Not 
today, toy. But I'm going to!" she cried.

"Yes, baby," urged Julie. "That's it."

"Oh, my god!" Hannah cried out as she came, her body trembling and the dildo 
slowed and, then, stopped. Exhausted and sweating, I hung in my bonds, the 
strap-on fixed firmly in my ass, listening to Julie stroking and soothing 
Hannah behind me.
End Part 19/30.



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