Message-ID: <28206asstr$978606604@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 01:49:10.0612 (UTC) FILETIME=[5DE95140:01C07527] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP: Stocking Tops 2/30 (FD MC) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 06:10:04 -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, IceAltar 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 2/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil Anger mixed with humiliation swept over me. I dressed and stormed off to work. Of course, I rang Julie but she wouldn't come to the phone or answer my calls. What could I do, any way? It was her word against mine. That night, I warily let myself into the house. Worried, I had stayed out for a while but finally, I had to go home. I heard female voices in the lounge-room and I thought I could slip by without Hannah seeing me. "Roy," she called. "Is that you?" I slowly walked into the room and saw Julie sitting on the sofa with Hannah. "You remember Julie, don't you?" she said and they both laughed. I hung my head, my face flushing. "Want to see his party trick?" Hannah asked Julie. "Please, don't," I said softly but she ignored me. "Roy, darling, I want to show you something." On those words, I had lost control once more. Quickly, I stripped my pants and underwear down and fell to my knees in front of the giggling women. Both women raised the hems of their skirts, revealing Hannah's black stockings and Julies white ones. "Look Roy," they cried in unison. "Stocking tops!" Again, my cock leapt into hardness, my hand gripped it and I started jerking off, rushing towards an inevitable orgasm while both women watched, sipped their champagne and laughed. She held out the glass jar and I could see my sperm from this mornings episode lying in. "Here," she ordered. "Cum in that." I reached the peak, my body shook as I pumped my seed into the jar until I slumped, head down with sweat running from my face. "Quick, isn't he," commented Julie, a broad grin on her face. Hannah nodded, took the jar from me and held it over my head. "Don't ever fuck around on me again, Roy," she said softly and poured the cum onto my head. Humiliated, sperm dripped down my face as I stared into those cold eyes and I knew I had lost respect and control. On Hannah's instructions, I moved my clothes and personal items into the spare room. I guess it was now my room. As I lay on the bed, I could hear the two women laughing and talking into the night. End Part 2/30. _________________________________________________________________________ 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+