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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Wicked Game 3 (FD CB Mast Magic)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 20:10:07 -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 the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


The Wicked Game Chronicles:
Book 1.
The Devil and Mr Brownlow.
(Part 3.)

by Nessus

FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic



My cock twitched in my pants as, still slightly stunned, I pushed through 
the crowd, searching for Judy. I saw Lucy Duivel sit at the head table with 
Will Macintosh and I blushed as she smiled at me across the room.

I literally bumped into Judy who pulled me onto the dance floor, holding me 
close for a slow number. Her sweet perfume swept over me and my cock grew 
hard against her belly.

"Mmm," she whispered in my ear. "You are glad to see me."

"I'm sorry," I said, upset that my body had betrayed me and I started to 
pull away. "Don't," she warned. "Everyone will see you're hard." I blushed 
and kept dancing with her until we neared the exit. "Let's go," she said, 
taking my hand and leading me into the cool air.

Hungrily, I watched her long legs as she sat in the car and the constant 
rasp of nylon against nylon as she crossed and uncrossed her legs drove me 
insane as we drove into the city. She knew it too, as she smiled at me many 
times as she dropped her eyes down to my bulging crotch.

I had all ready paid the escort agency by credit card so there was no 
transaction to be completed. The car drew up at her building and, desperate 
with desire, I leaned close to her so the driver couldn't hear. "Can I come 
up?" I croaked. "Please?"

Judy smiled at my bulging pants and shook her head. "Hey," she admonished. 
"You know the deal. I want to thank you though, I made some good contacts 
there." She opened her purse and pressed something soft into my hand and 
closed my fingers around it. "A small gift for later,' she whispered, her 
eyes twinkling. In a flash she swept out of the car and into the building.

As we drove back to my apartment, I opened my palm and gasped in surprise. 
Panties! Black satin panties. I resisted the urge to bury my nose in them as 
my cock pulsed wildly in my trousers.

I walked hurriedly to the elevators after the cab deposited me at my 
apartment building, the panties warm in my pocket. Fumbling with the key, I 
opened the door, slammed it behind me and dropped my jacket over a chair.

Not being able to wait any longer, I pulled the panties from my pocket and 
held them to my nose so I could breathe the deep musky perfume captured in 
the black satin and lace. I almost came there and then.

Stripping off my clothes, I stood naked in the centre of my apartment with 
her panties pressed against my nose, my erect cock throbbing, when I heard a 
key in the lock. The sound didn't register for a moment but I gasped in 
shock when the apartment door swung open and closed behind Lucy Duivel.

Her laughing eyes swept me up and down as I blushed. "Well," she giggled. 
"All ready for some action, huh?"

"How did you..." I gasped.

"It's a company building, stupid. I told you I get what I want." She stood 
close to me and smiled down at my twitching cock and the panties dangling 
from my hand. "What do we have here?" she smirked. I dropped my hands in a 
vain attempt to cover my cock. "Don't," she snapped. "You forget I've seen 
it before. Where did you get these?" she asked, pointing at the black 
panties.

"Judy gave them to me," I croaked.

"What for?"

My face burned in humiliation. "Ah, I don't really know," I stalled.

"Give me a break! What did she give them to you for?"

"To jerk off in," I admitted softly.

"And you were ready to go when I interrupted you, huh?"

"Yes," I lowered my head in shame but my cock throbbed.

"Well," she said, arranging herself regally on the sofa. "Don't let me stop 
you."

"Ms Duivel," I began but she kept talking.

"It's just occurred to me that you think you've got those hooker's panties. 
I told you kid, hookers don't wear anything under their dresses." She smiled 
coldly at me. "Those are my panties, kid. I told the hooker to give them to 
you."

I reeled in shock, my mind swimming. I had lost control here and had no idea 
what was going on. "Ms Duivel," I whispered. "What do you want?"

"I want to watch you jerk off and, to prove I'm a nice person," and she 
laughed at that, "I'm going to let you jerk off into my panties."

In spite of myself, my eyes ran over her crossed legs up to the hem of her 
sparkling red dress. If those were her panties, she was naked under the 
dress!  Incredibly aroused, I knew I wanted to cum and would do what she 
wanted. Maybe after it, she would leave me alone.

"Of course," she said mildly as she lit a cigarette. "You have to ask me." 
She blew smoke as she looked evenly at me. "I like it when young naked men 
ask me to jerk off. It gets me horny."

I recognised the cue and, for some reason, her demand made me even more 
aroused. "Please Ms Duivel, can I jerk off?"

She smiled in delight. "A quick learner. I like that. Jerk off where?"

"Can I jerk off into your panties?"

"Have you smelt them?"

"Yes, Ms Duivel."

"Do you like the smell of my panties," she said in a husky voice.

"Yes," I whispered. "Very much." She seemed to know my dark desires so well.

"Do it again. " I buried my nose in the panties and inhaled deeply while my 
hard cock twitched. Overcome with the need, I wrapped the smooth panties 
around my burning cock and started to jerk off, my eyes closed in passion 
and in an attempt to block out my humiliation. Groaning, I spurt into a 
searing orgasm, pumping load after load of cum into the panties.

Chest heaving, I lowered my head in shame as I held the sodden ball of 
panties. Ms Duivel applauded. "Bravo," she giggled. "You looked like you had 
fun. Thank me."

"Thank you, Ms Duivel," I mumbled.

"For what!" she snapped.

"Thank you Ms Duivel for letting me jerk off into your panties," I said, 
full of a deep shame.

She rose and turned towards the door, cigarette elegantly held in one hand. 
"Wash those out, Chrissie," she sneered. "I want them back. And don't jerk 
off again." With a bang of the door, she was gone, leaving me alone with my 
shame and wet panties.
End Part 3.


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