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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 24 and 25/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 11:10:10 -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 24/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


Cleansed by our mutual shower, I towelled Darlene's massive body dry as she 
watched, with wry amusement, my hard cock moving from side to side as I 
rubbed the towel over her.

"Are you always hard?" she asked.

"No Miss Darlene."

"You're hard after I pissed on you. Doesn't that seem weird? To me, it means 
you get off on this." I hung my head as I had no answer for that. Mentally, 
I protested that I wasn't aroused by what I've been through but, physically, 
my hard cock betrayed me.

Darlene fluffed her hair. "We've got a few hours yet," she said, lying, 
naked, face down on the bed. "A nice massage is what I want."  And that's 
what she got for over an hour until she was almost purring like a cat.

"Now," Darlene said, patting the bed. "You lie here." Quickly, she pulled my 
hands over my head and tied them to the bed head with her stockings, pushing 
the discarded girdle gusset into my mouth. "I know you have to obey me," she 
said, wrapping a robe around her large figure, "but I want you perfectly 
still." Alarmed, I watched Darlene as she sat at her dressing table and 
placed something in an envelope. What is this crazy woman up to? I felt 
fear.

"You're to take this envelope back. Don't open it, just give it to your 
owner." She laughed. "Part payment for your tongue." Emerging from the 
bathroom with a small box, she grinned at me as I lay naked and hard on the 
bed.

"Now for the rest of the payment," Darlene said, sitting next to me on the 
bed. A serious look on her full face, she leaned over me and looked into my 
eyes. "I've been asked to pierce your nipples. It will hurt a little and 
then sting for a while but not for too long."

"Mfft!" I protested into the girdle gusset.

"It's going to happen," she said seriously. "You know you have no choice. 
And," she added, laughing, "this isn't going to let you cum either. Sorry."

Shutting my eyes, I felt her dab something on my left nipple, followed by a 
sharp pain and I moaned into the girdle gusset. A repeat on my right nipple 
and I felt her doing something to my nipples and a click.

"There," she said with satisfaction. "All done. Open your eyes." I looked 
down and saw silver rings were hanging from each nipple and I realised I was 
marked for life.

Darlene casually stroked my cock. "Could have been worse," she said matter 
of factly. "I could have put them somewhere else." I watched her podgy hand 
work my cock and shuddered at the thought of pierced balls. Untying my 
hands, she patted me on the head.

Smiling, Darlene stood and looked down at me. "Come on, up you get. We still 
have some time left before the driver comes for you." The way she said that 
startled me but she just kept smiling. My nipples were very sore and felt 
strange with the rings hanging from them. Every time I moved, the rings sent 
a twinge of pain through me.

Naked, I followed her downstairs where she arranged herself on the sofa. 
After providing her with a drink as requested, I knelt in front of her. 
Casually, she spread her legs and opened the robe. "Let's make it at least 
four, Toy," she commanded and I lowered my lips to her pussy, trying to 
ignore the pain of my nipples and my aching jaws while I worked away at her 
pleasure.
End Part 24/30


Stocking Tops Part 25/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


For the next few hours, until the sun started to set, I licked Darlene to 
many orgasms, massaged her feet, her back and generally waiting on her. She 
delighted in my nakedness and would not let me dress, prefering me to 
display myself all the time.

Finally, we heard the car pull up and I looked around for my clothes. 
Darlene shook her head. "No clothes, Toy. You stay naked."

"Miss Darlene," I begged, "Please let me dress."

There was a loud knock on the door. "Open it," she said and I shrank back, 
horrified. "Open it!" she said sharply and, embarrassed and naked, I opened 
the door.

A big black man in a dark uniform stood on the porch and looked me up and 
down, taking in my nakedness. Sneering, he pushed past me and, as he was so 
big, I felt like a dwarf. I tried to follow him into the doorway but a 
massive black hand rested on my chest, narrowly missing my new nipple rings, 
and stopped me. "Stay," he said in a deep voice.
Darlene looked up at him. "My," she said. "You are a big guy."

"You have the envelope, mam?" he asked in that booming voice and she handed 
it over. I was illuminated by the porch light and I frantically looked 
around the darkening streets, cowering in my nakedness..

He shoved the envelope into one pocket, took a dog lead from another pocket 
and snapped it on my collar. "Say goodbye, Toy," he directed.

"Goodbye, Miss Darlene," I said, fear in my eyes.

Darlene stepped onto the porch and whispered in my ear. "You want to know 
how to cum?" she whispered. "By the driver. Him!" She pointed at the 
impassive black man and then, giggling, disappeared inside.

He tugged on the lead and, naked, I followed him to the car, slipping into 
the front seat as he directed by a grunt and a gesture.

When he sat in the driver's seat, he looked me up and down as I cowered in 
the seat, trying to cover my cock and balls with my hands. Suddenly, he 
slapped me hard across the face and I recoiled in pain, seeing stars.

"Do not cover yourself," he growled and I dropped my hands. "You are always 
on display. You are nothing but a slut slave. I will decide when you can 
dress. You will call me Master. Got it?"

I hung my head, resting my hands on either side so my genitals were 
completely exposed. "Yes, Master," I whispered.

"Speak up!"

"Yes, Master," I repeated but loudly.

"Get yourself hard," he snapped and I quickly started jerking off while he 
watched coldly. When I was hard and on the edge, he ordered, "Stop!" I 
dropped my hand and sat there with a hard cock, trembling body and breathing 
heavily. Grunting with satisfaction, he flicked the interior light off, 
started the car and we drove off.

In silence, we drove the half an hour to Hannah's house. The only time he 
spoke to me was to tell me to get hard again when my cock started to droop. 
By the time he parked the car outside the house, I was so horny, so 
frustrated, I was on the edge of madness.

Trotting behind him as he strode to the front door, leash in his huge hand, 
I nervously looked around the dark streets for any sign of life. As he rang 
the bell, a car slowed as it past and I started to cower and hide myself. 
"Don't" he growled warningly and I stood still. The car crawled past and I 
thought I saw Elaine staring at me in the porch light.

Finally, the door swung opened and a tug on the leash made me move inside. 
Hannah and Julie were in their robes and a little drunk. A video camera on a 
tripod stood in the centre of the room, pointing at the sofa. Without a 
word, Master handed Julie the envelope.

Hannah circled me, glass in hand, as she studied the nipple rings. "Did it 
hurt, Toy?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," I said, softly and both women laughed loudly.

"We had a lovely dinner, Toy," Julie said. "You must be hungry."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Over to the sofa, Toy." Julie said while Hannah giggled. Master strode to 
the sofa and stood there looking down at me, still holding the lead, while 
Julie stood behind the video camera.

"Get hard," Master said and I started jerking on my cock.

"Toy," Julie directed from behind the camera. "Undo his pants." I looked at 
her in shock and I felt my leash being tugged.

I looked over at Hannah who was smiling over the rim of her wine glass. "Do 
it," she said and I reached up and undid the top of his pants and his 
zipper. The pants fell to his ankles and his massive black cock hung in 
front of my face.

"You said you were hungry, Toy," taunted Julie. "Suck it!"

This was the final humiliation and I felt a broken sob form in my throat as 
my eyes started to prickle with tears. "Suck it!" Julie demanded and I 
tentatively reach up to hold that black cock, so big that I couldn't  get my 
hand fully around it.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I let my open mouth take the head of 
the cock. As I closed my mouth around it and it started sliding in and out, 
I heard the women laughing.

The only way out was to try to distance myself from what I was doing but a 
voice inside me kept reminding me that I was naked, pierced nipples, dog 
collar and on my knees sucking a black cock. The shame was intense.

His cock started getting hard and it pushed against the back of my mouth. 
"God," said Hannah. "Look at the size of that thing. I've never seen 
anything like it."

"Makes Toy's seem pretty small," laughed Julie and I flinched with 
embarrassment.

I felt his hand on my head, holding me still as he drove that huge cock in 
and out of my mouth with no respite. Gagging, I tried to pull back but his 
insistent hand held me there as he fucked my mouth while Hannah and Julie 
squealed with delight.

Suddenly, he pulled out and pumped his cock with his huge black hand. Cum 
gushed from its head and splattered over my face and into my mouth. Julie 
was clapping her hands in delight as sperm hung on my ears and my nose. 
Hannah laughed loudly.

Finally, it was over and Julie switched off the video camera. Master wiped 
his cock on my face and pulled his pants up. My cock was hard and I 
desperately wanted to cum as his sperm dripped from my face.

"Did you figure out how to cum, Toy?" taunted Julie.

I remembered what Darlene had said. "With master," I mumbled, ashamed.

Hannah laughed. "He's not as dumb as we thought."

"I think he may have got a little help," Julie said wisely.

Master sat on the sofa. "Sit on his lap, Toy," instructed Julie and, 
nervously, I did. I felt like a toy seated on his massive thighs but I had 
no choice.

"Baby Toy," Laughed Hannah and put a baby pacifier in my mouth. "You like 
sucking," she said. "Suck on this."

Master reached down and grabbed my hard cock. Julie moved back behind the 
video camera and called, "Action."

His massive hand swallowed my cock and started moving up and down while I 
watched. It felt wonderful. "Suck on the baby pacifier," called Hannah and I 
did as his hand moved faster and faster.

"Cum, baby!" they chanted as the big black man impassively jerked me off 
while I bounced on his thighs like a baby. I didn't care. I needed to cum so 
badly I didn't care I was pumping in and out of a man's hand. I just didn't 
care. Knowing I was making a pathetic figure, I tried not to look at the 
camera but it was hopeless as the passion and the need overtook me.

Suckling on the pacifier, I thrust my cock into that huge black hand like it 
was a ripe cunt and let the forces overwhelm me. In too short a time, I was 
spurting my seed into his hand, crying out with a guttural need as I 
achieved relief.

Soaked in sweat, I slumped against huge body and tried to regain my breath. 
He held his cum splattered hand in front of my face and said, "Lick." I 
removed my pacifier and licked.
End Part 25/30


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