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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 23/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 10:10:05 -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 23/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil

As I knelt by the bed in Darlene's bedroom, I thought of the events of the 
past week and how my life has been turned around. No control, no power, I'm 
nothing more than an object for Julie and Hannah to do with as they please. 
I don't even have control over my own body, they decide when and how I cum!

The door opened and Darlene entered, full wine glass in hand. "Unzip me," 
she instructed and I quickly did, revealing a white slip. Her perfume 
aroused me and my cock was bobbing around. Darlene hung the dress in the 
closet and pulled the slip over her head and off.

Her large tits were encased in a massive white lace bra. A white panty 
girdle hugged her lower half and connected to her stocking tops. Even the 
tight panty girdle could not control her bulging stomach.

She was hardly the sexiest woman I had ever seen but my cock was rock hard. 
Darlene looked down at my hard cock and smiled. "That's nice. Good to see 
I've still got it." Darlene sat on the edge of the bed and spread her fat 
legs, pointing at the carpet in front of her.

I knelt and gazed into the tight satin gusset of her panty girdle. Her hand 
rested on my head and steered me into that gusset, my mouth enveloped by the 
essence of her. I didn't know what to do so I just rested with my lips 
pressed into the tight white satin of her groin, smelling her intimate musky 
perfume and waited.

Finally, she pushed me back and stared into my eyes, my cock bobbing in 
front of me. "That no good husband of mine never did that. Just a five 
minute wonder, you know? In and out, cum and gone." I admitted to myself 
that I knew, I had been a five minute wonder.

"I like the idea of a man licking me there but I've never had it." I swear 
she blushed. "But now," she said with a determined tone, "I'm going to get 
me some. Especially if I've got a licker who can't say anything to nobody."

Without another word she unhooked her bra, tossed it on the bed as her 
massive breasts swung free. My mouth fell open as I've never seen tits as 
big as hers. Defiantly, she stood and detached the gusset from her panty 
girdle, throwing it too onto the bed.

"There," she said with satisfaction, falling back on the bed and her legs 
splaying open, revealing a thick thatch of black pubic hair with her pink 
lips peeking through the curls. "Get to it, Toy."

I crawled onto the bed and lowered my face to her pussy, licking her fleshy 
thighs near her white stocking tops and, finally, running my well trained 
tongue into every nook and cranny of her cunt. Her juices were running 
freely, my cock throbbed and I quickly brought her to her first orgasm.

Looking up from my task, past the white lace of her panty girdle and her 
massive lolling tits, I managed to see her face contorted with a sinful 
pleasure. Darlene cried out with that pleasure as the second orgasm rocked 
her and she pushed me back, her juices wet across my face.

I looked down at her wet pussy, framed by the panty girdle, slick from my 
licking and wondered if I was going to get the chance to fuck her.

Darlene rolled onto her side, closing her legs and smiled at me. "Not bad. I 
can have some of that again. Anytime I want." She looked quizzically down at 
my hard cock. "You want to come?"

"Please Ms Darlene," I begged.

"Sorry," she said. "Not with me. Not this time." Darlene let her legs fall 
apart and I stared at her thick black pussy hair, my cock straining. I 
dearly wanted to come. "Let's see if you can get me there a third time."

Dutifully, I leaned forward and into my task. It took a long time but I 
licked, tongued and kissed that big fat pussy for ages until Darlene 
stiffened, trembled, moaned and galloped to her third orgasm.

Darlene kicked me away from her and I rolled to the floor, my jaws aching. 
Kneeling, I hung my head to stare at my cock, so hard it was painful, and 
wondered how I was going to cum. Or, if I ever would again.

"Get a wash cloth from the bathroom," Darlene called from the bed and I did 
so. She rolled on her back, legs splayed and her enormous tits rolling 
across her chest. "Wipe me," she instructed and I knelt between her legs, 
tenderly cleaning the mixture of her juices and my saliva from her pussy. 
"Bet you'd like to slip that old thing into me," she grinned at my hard cock 
pointing at her pussy. . A pathetic hope rose in me and I looked imploringly 
into her smiling eyes but she shook her head. "Sorry. No fucking. That's the 
deal."

Motioning me away, I knelt by the bed again, watching Darlene roll to her 
feet, her massive tits hanging down. "You really have no choice but to obey 
me?" she asked.

"No choice, Miss Darlene. I must obey you."

"Do you like the things that are done to you?"

I shook my head. "No, Miss Darlene."

"Too bad," she said. "Ordering you around is good therapy for me after that 
no good bum I was married to. Unhook my stockings and take them off," 
Darlene instructed.

Her hairy pussy was level with my face as I slowly slid her stockings down 
her fleshy legs. "now, this isn't going to be easy. Roll the girdle down and 
off." We struggled together as I tugged and pulled until she emerged from 
her girdle. Darlene was quite a sight naked. Rolls of fat on her thighs, ass 
and stomach and those massive tits.

I followed her rolling figure into the bathroom and crawled into the shower 
stall on her directions. Grunting, she straddled  me, looking down at me 
with an evil smile, her tits and stomach wobbling with the exertion. "I'm 
going to pretend you're my jerk of a husband," she spat.

In horror, I watched the yellow stream of urine gush from her and 
splattering on my chest. Darlene grabbed my ear and pulled my face directly 
under her so a stream of her urine splashed over my face. "Open your mouth," 
she snarled and I did, tasting her warm salty piss as it ran around my 
mouth.

Finally, she stopped, breathing heavily, she glared at me. "Kiss my pussy 
and thank me," she ordered.

I moved my piss soaked face to her pussy, kissed it and said brokenly, 
":Thank you Miss Darlene for pissing on me." My hair was saturated and piss 
was still dripping from my chin.

Darlene shoved me back to the piss covered floor and, humming softly to 
herself, turned the shower on.
End Part 23/30.



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