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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 20/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 10:10:03 -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 20/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


"Let me unbuckle this for you." Julie said. I felt Hannah move away but the 
fake cock was still embedded in my ass. "How do you feel?"

"I feel wonderful. That was certainly different."

"My warrior queen," Julie murmured and Hannah giggled. "You looked so 
beautiful when you came. So powerful." The sound of kissing.

"He looks stupid with that cock hanging out of his ass," laughed Hannah.

"Now, sweetie," said Julie, "go and have a relaxing bath. It's Sunday after 
all. We can take it easy."

"What about you? You're so wet."

"I'll be fine. I'll use a toy." Giggles. " Now, go!" The sound of a playful 
slap on a rump and the bathroom door closing.

I felt Julie walk close to me. "Oh, a little blood," she giggled as she 
examined my ass. "Guess Hannah broke your hymen." My wrists fell free. "On 
your knees," instructed Julie and, slowly with my ass still full, I knelt in 
front of Julie's pantyhose legs, the window to my left. Julie placed a chair 
side-on to the window, flicked the light on and sat in front of me. My cock 
bell rang as I stared into her pantyhose covered pussy.

"They can see you now," she said softly and I jerked my head to the window 
in shock. "Look back here!" she hissed and I returned my gaze to her pussy, 
framed in pantyhose. "Yes, they can see you clearly but only half of me. 
They won't know who you're going down on but they will know it's you! Kiss 
my pussy through the pantyhose."

I leaned forward and her long fingers ran through my short blonde hair. 
"This won't take long," she moaned. "I'm so hot from watching Hannah fuck 
you!" Suddenly, she pulled my head up. "Stay there, keep looking at my 
pussy," she ordered. "That woman that jogged past us before is out there. 
What was her name? Ah, yes. Elaine." Humiliation ran through me. "Good," 
Julie said softly. "She's stopping. Standing by the tree. Looks about twenty 
or so? Who cares. Ok, toy, bring me off!"

She pulled my face into her pussy and I kissed it through the nylon, face 
bright with shame at the thought of the young neighbour watching. My tongue 
couldn't penetrate through the black nylon but Julie ground her pussy 
against my face while holding my head still. "Oh yes," she moaned. "She's 
really watching now. Now she knows what a pussy licker you are! Ohhhh," she 
moaned, gripping my head with her thighs as she rolled into orgasm until, 
finally, she released me.

Slowly, I raised my head and, suddenly, Julie slapped me hard across my 
cheek! "Yes," she smiled with satisfaction. "She saw that!" Pulling the 
curtain shut, she laughed at me. "Always have to create the right 
impression, slave."

I watched her pantyhose ass swing across the room and my cock bell tingled. 
"My turn for a shower," she said, stretching and I ogled her large breasts 
in the lacy white bra. "You clean up and clean that strap-on. I want it 
really clean. Be thankful I don't make you clean it with your mouth."

In pain and shame, I waddled to the bathroom, my ass stuffed with the cock, 
my own hard cock bobbing in front of me and the bell tingling. What else 
were they capable of?

It hurt like hell when I removed the dildo and it was in a disgusting mess. 
I couldn't look at it at first as I cleaned it under the tap. Finally, it 
was clean. After my shower, I took my aching body and the strap-on back to 
Hannah's bedroom.

After tapping on the door, I was summoned inside where I found them dressed 
in jeans and T-shirts, seated on the bed. Hannah was brushing Julie's long 
blonde hair.

"Is that clean?" snapped Julie.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Put it back in the box."

"Look," said Hannah, brushing. "No cock bell."

"I'll run back and get it, Mistress," I said in panic. "I'm sorry. I 
forgot."

Julie laughed at my panic. "Never mind. I was getting sick of hearing the 
dam thing. Seems he's always hard these days." Relieved, I placed the 
strap-on back into the box and knelt by the end of the bed, waiting.

Julie smiled as she looked down at me. "He's becoming well trained, isn't 
he?"

Hannah paused in her brushing for a moment. "Yep. Good to see." She resumed 
the brushing. "How will we spend our Sunday?"

"There's a new exhibition at the gallery. Then a nice casual dinner by the 
harbour?"

"Sounds wonderful. Toy can finish the cleaning," said Hannah, glaring at me.

"Maybe later. I had a call on my cell phone before. I've got a job for toy," 
she said and laughed.
End Part 20/30.



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