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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 7/30 (FD MC)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 13:10:07 -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 7/30

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil


I arrived at the hotel on time and self consciously checked it. The room 
wasn't too bad, a nice view and a stocked bar.

Mandy was obviously still in the restaurant and having a great time when I 
called her. It suddenly occurred to me I didn't know who she was lunching 
with and who could come up to the room with her.

After about an hour, I heard a tap at the door. Heart pounding, I slowly 
opened it. Mandy, flushed with wine and victory, leaned against the doorway 
with arms folded. Her large breasts pushed against the silk of her blouse. 
As she pushed past me into the room, her sweet perfume lingered and my cock 
stirred hopefully.

"Nice room," she commented, dropped her purse on the table. I nervously 
waited, watching her. She casually unbuttoned her blouse and hung it in the 
wardrobe, her large breasts captured by a lacy white bra. "Roy, darling," 
she said. "I want to show you something."

My control left me and, once again, I performed a lewd and desperate dance 
as I stripped myself naked, clothes flying around the room until I 
collapsed, kneeling in front of her.

Mandy giggled and unzipped her skirt, revealing a white garter belt, white 
lace panties and black stockings. She was beautiful. Sensually, she slid the 
panties down, stepped out of them and sat delicately in a large easy chair 
in front of me. With a grin, she looked down at my hard cock, jutting from 
my shaven groin. "So smooth, Roy. So naked," she whispered and I blushed.

With a sigh, she settled back in the chair and let her long legs slowly 
drift apart. My eyes fastened on the red hair of her pussy as her long 
finger caressed it and I could see wetness on the puffy lips. "Look Roy," 
she whispered. "Pretty pussy."

With joy, I tenderly sank my face into that glorious pussy, soaking up the 
sweet smell and tasting her essence. I had to lick, no, I needed to and I 
abandoned myself to her cunt. There was no sense of time as my tongue 
explored, caressed and teased her pussy.

Suddenly, her hand seized the back of my head and pulled my face into her as 
she groaned and then screamed with pleasure. I kept licking delicately her 
inner thighs as she fell back "Enough, Roy," she gasped and the obsession 
with her pussy instantly left me, leaving me with a hard cock waving from my 
bald groin and her juices glistening on my face.

Mandy tousled my hair. "You are learning, aren't you," she stated as she 
languidly picked up her panties and wiped her pussy. "You never used to do 
that." I waited, sitting on my heels, hoping that she was going to allow me 
relief.

She stood up and cleared some items from a small round table. I gaped at her 
in her white bra, garter belt and stockings as she beckoned me. "Bend over 
the table, Roy," she ordered and I did, crushing my hard cock into the table 
top. "Open wide," she said, holding my chin while she forced her wet panties 
deep into my mouth.

I felt her pushing her pussy against my buttocks and her breasts against my 
back, forcing me harder against the table. "I just love having you spread 
over the table like this," she whispered in my ear, her long hair tickling 
my shoulder. "So naked and so open."

Startled, I looked back at her smiling face over my shoulder. They were 
words similar to ones I'd used when I'd fucked her in my office. "Hannah 
knows about this," she whispered in my ear. "All of it. She wants details. 
You accept it now or be programmed for it later." Suddenly, I felt nervous.

"Don't move," she warned. I felt her push away from me and the rustling of 
clothes. "I'm glad you still wear this stupid belt, Roy," she said coldly 
and I heard clothes drop to the floor. "I just love the little studs on it," 
she giggled and I heard her flick the belt.  "Better not disturb the 
neighbours," she said lightly from a different position behind me and the 
sudden rush of sound from the television made me jump. Some afternoon talk 
show was on with loud cheers, jeers and tears.

She was back pushing into me again, grinding her pussy against me and 
driving my hard cock into the table. The belt trailed across my shoulders 
and I was, suddenly,  very afraid. I've never been what you would call, a 
tough man and I was always afraid of pain. "You screwed me for nine months," 
she whispered in my ear. "In more ways than one. I think one for each month, 
don't you agree?" she hissed, waving the belt in front of my eyes..

My eyes widened with fear and I strained to look back at her. "Mmff," I 
mumbled through the panties, trying to ask her to stop.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said, her hot breath in my ear until, 
suddenly, she pushed away and the TV volume doubled.

I never even heard the first stroke but I sure felt it as a fierce red hot 
pain slashed across my buttocks. The panties in my mouth chocked my startled 
yelp. Cheers and applause resounded from the TV.

"Two," she cried and the next slash cut deep into my buttocks and I cursed 
the stupid decision to wear a decorative belt.

By the fourth stroke I was trembling in pain, my hands gripping the edge of 
the table and tears forming in my eyes. The fifth stroke had me groaning 
continually into my panty gag and by the seventh I was sobbing 
uncontrollably, my cries gasping into the panties as I surrendered 
completely to the pain.
I don't remember her stopping but I saw her walk into the bathroom with her 
clothes over her arm as I sobbed on the table.

Finally, my sobs faded but the burning pain on my buttocks remained as I lay 
there. Suddenly, the TV sound disappeared and Mandy, dressed, appeared next 
to me, the room key dangling from her hand. "All dressed," she said. "No 
panties though," she laughed. "You would've like that in the old days, 
wouldn't you, Roy."

Mandy walked to the door. "Say goodbye, Roy," she ordered. Gingerly I 
straightened up and, as I turned to face her, I was amazed to see I still 
had a hard cock. She pointed to the floor in front of her and I hurriedly 
knelt.

"Look, Roy," she laughed as her hand slid her short grey skirt up her black 
nylon legs and I knew what was coming. I just hoped I would be able to cum. 
"Stocking tops," she giggled as she revealed the lace tops of her stockings. 
Gasping into the panties, my hand seized my hard cock and I started pumping. 
Mandy tossed her head back, laughed loudly and walked out the door, shutting 
behind her.

I couldn't believe it! She had left me in the room! There I was, naked, 
whipped buttocks, shaven crotch, panty gag and jerking myself off with no 
hope of cumming or even stopping until I was commanded to. What if the maids 
came in? Room service? Worse still, the police?

Humiliation, fear and loneliness swept over me.
End Part 7/30


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