Message-ID: <28186asstr$978577804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Louis Nessus" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 03 Jan 2001 01:32:49.0663 (UTC) FILETIME=[153860F0:01C07525] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP: Control of Louis 2 (FD Mast Humil) Date: Wed, 3 Jan 2001 22:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge 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! Distribute freely if you wish but, please, not to minors The Control of Louis (Part 2) by Nessus She didn't mention the incident for a few days when I called her on the telephone and neither did I. She had made no comment about the panties hanging in her bathroom. However, I didn't see her for three days and by the fourth day I was horny. Very horny. The memory of lying on the bed and jerking off into those satin panties while Georgina watched haunted me. It also made me incredibly aroused. That evening, I decided to call at her apartment. I was going to ask her to watch me, I had to and I hoped she would decide to have sex with me instead of going through with what I was going to ask her. Or maybe I was hoping she wouldn't. I was confused but incredibly excited by the idea that I was going to ask this woman to watch me jerk off. A small thought reminded me that I didn't have to ask permission. I'm a grown man and if I wanted to jerk off I could! But, I also knew, that wouldn't be half as exciting. I stumbled through the telephone call to the store and asked her if I could drop around to her apartment that evening. "Of course, darling," she said softly, her voice warm and lush down the line. "I've got some work to do but I can see you for a short time." When I arrived, she kissed me sweetly on the cheek and, then settled back in her chair to go through some papers from the store. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a white blouse, her long black hair caressing the collar. Her magnificent breasts rose and fell as she breathed and I could hear the sound of her black hose rubbing as she crossed her long legs. My cock throbbed. I stood in front of her and hesitantly cleared my throat. "Georgina?" Imurmured. She kept reading. "Hmm?" "Ah, Georgina...." My voice was strained and she looked up. "Yes, Louis?" I started blushing, the heat rolling over my face. She saw it and smiled a strange smile. "Ah..." I paused and she crossed her legs and I watched, fascinated, as the black nylon rubbed. "Yes Louis?" she almost purred. "Georgina, please watch me as I jerk off!" I rushed through it, my face burning but my cock was throbbing. She crossed her legs again, the skirt rode higher and I stared at her long legs in black nylon. "Oh Louis," she giggled, staring at the tent in my pants, "I would love to watch you play with yourself." She looked up at my face, her eyes glinted. "Would you like to use my panties again?" It was like an electric charge had hit my cock and I swallowed. "Yes," I stammered. "Well, ask me, silly." "Please can I jerk off into your panties," I whispered, all control gone. "Why," she pouted, " don't you think my panties are pretty any more?" "Please," I said urgently, " can I jerk off into your pretty panties?" "Darling," she said, matter-of-factly, "you sound like you're begging. Are you begging?" I was out of control, my cock rock hard and close to the edge. "Yes," I whispered, looking down at the floor. "I'm begging." "Well, then," she murmured with a small note of triumph, "you should do it properly." She smiled again and crossed her legs. I'm sure she knew it drove me mad. "Take your clothes off, darling," she cooed. "You'll be more comfortable." Startled, I pulled my clothes off, scattering them around the room as she sat there quietly watching me with that faint smile on her full lips. Quickly, I stood naked in front her, my hard cock jutting from my body, twitching obscenely. "Now, darling, " she said softly, "time to beg properly. Please kneel." Without thinking, I fell to my knees, staring at those lovely legs, sheathed in black nylon. "Well, darling?' she prompted "Please," I croaked. "Can I jerk off into your pretty panties?" I was desperate, embarrassed greatly but with a huge, throbbing erection. Another line had been crossed. I was no longer asking her to watch; I was asking her permission. She smiled down at me. "Of course, darling. You just have to ask me the right way." She stood up and, much to my excitement, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down until they lay in a puddle around her shiny black high heel shoes. She withdrew her feet and I stared at the puddle of black lace and silk as she sat back down, leaving the panties on the carpet in front of me. "They're black lace, darling. Do you like them?" "Yes," I whispered, mouth dry as I stared at the mound of soft panties. "What's that?" she asked softly. "I can't hear you." "Yes, I like your pretty panties," I whispered. "But, I've been wearing them all day. Would you like some clean ones?" she asked. I shook my head, still staring at the pile of black lace. "Well," she smiled, "pick them up." Trembling, I reached out and picked up the soft pile of black lace, my cock twitching spasmodically in anticipation. "Do they feel nice?" she asked as I held them in my hand, feeling their warmth and waiting for her permission to rub them onto my cock. "Yes," I gulped. "Would you like to smell them?" she asked slyly and I felt another electric charge to my cock, so powerful I almost came. "Yes," I gasped urgently. "Please." "Ask me." "Please," I gasped, words rushing out," can I smell your pretty panties?" She nodded regally and I crushed the black lace to my face. Her pungent musky aroma overwhelmed me and I was soon gasping for breath, cock pulsing wildly. "Now, dear," she soothed. "Are you ready for me to watch?" My wild face told her I was. "Ask, darling." "Please," I gasped, "can I jerk off?" "Where?" "Please, can I jerk off into your pretty black lace panties!" "Promise to wash them? "I promise to wash your pretty panties afterwards," I whined. Slowly, Georgina rose from her chair and stood over me, looking down at me kneeling naked on the carpet, clutching her panties to my face with a huge erection jutting from my crotch. "From now on, darling, I think you should ask me every day." I nodded wildly. "I mightn't want you to do it every day but you should ask me, don't you think?" she said sweetly and, again, I nodded "I think it would save time, darling, if you took your clothes off before you asked me. Do you think that's a good idea?" "Yes," I whispered desperately. "Promise?" she asked softly and I nodded. "All right, darling, jerk off into my pretty panties." I didn't have to be told twice. I slipped the panties around my cock, the touch of silk sending me wild and, kneeling naked in front of this beautiful woman, I frantically and desperately jerked off into her black lace panties. As I moaned, gasped, jerked and, finally spurted, her smile broadened. As I lay on the floor, gasping and hoping the lights would black out to hide my shame, she sat down in the chair, crossed her legs again and picked up her papers. The only sound was my ragged breathing and she didn't look up as I unsteadily walked from the room to wash her black lace panties. End Part 2 of 6. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+