Message-ID: <28216asstr$978617408@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 02:01:57.0907 (UTC) FILETIME=[27413E30:01C07529] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 19/30 (FD MC) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 09:10:08 -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 19/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil Hannah forced my mouth open and the gag and bridle were strapped around my head. Once again, I was silenced. To my horror, she pulled the curtains back from the floor to ceiling window and I looked down on the street. A family was walking down the footpath and a car drove past. Could they see me? I tried to shrink back but couldn't. With a flick, Hannah turned the light off. "They can't see you now," she said. "But, I can turn the light back on at any minute." I looked out onto the street and saw Julie's car turn into the driveway just as I felt the first swat on my ass. I yelped into the gag and Hannah laughed. She brandished her tennis racquet and she hit me again. My ass was still sore from Mandy's belting and the tail butt plug so the swipes from the racquet hurt even more. "I put up with you and your half assed behaviour for three years," Hannah said bitterly. "Wasted three years on you." Swat! "Mmft!" I gurgled into the gag. "Well," I heard Julie say as she entered the room. "I heard the noise from downstairs. A little bit of fun." The spanking stopped and I heard them kiss. "I missed you," Hannah said. "I missed you. Look. I got you a present." Rustling of paper. "Oh my god!" Hannah exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like this." I tried to turn my head far enough around to see but couldn't. "I've heard of them but..." "Why not try it out?" Julie said and I felt a shiver of fear at the tone in her voice. "You mean....?" Then, some giggles. "Why not? Show him you really are the boss." I heard kissing and then, Julie's soft voice. "You can do it. And I want to watch." A quick rustle of clothing. "Look what the idea of watching you does to me." "You're wet." "I know. Do it," she urged. "All right," Hannah said with a laugh. "He deserves it. But, you'll have to help me." I heard more rustling and I looked over my shoulder. My cock was very hard and the sight of Hannah completely naked seemed to make it even harder. Julie was standing next to her, smiling coldly at me as she held a huge strap on dildo in her hand. "Mmfft!" I protested, shaking at my bonds, causing the cock bell to ring. "I think he's seen it," Julie said, laughing as she stepped out of her skirt. My cock twitched at the sight of her in white lace bra and black pantyhose. "I'll just go to the bathroom," Hannah said and I watched her tits bounce as she skipped away. "Bring some lubricant back," Julie called after her. The bathroom door closed and Julie was pushing her pantyhose groin against my ass, whispering in my ear, "I'm going to enjoy this," she whispered, her fingers tickling my shaven balls. "Watching her fuck you." We heard the toilet flush and Julie sat back on the bed. "Well," Hannah said uncertainly when she returned. "Do you think I really should?" "Of course. Think of all the things he's done to you. He means nothing to you now. You know that. He's an animal. Remember, you've got me." I heard Julie kiss her and whisper softly. "The idea of it is really getting me hot." "Your pantyhose is soaked," Hannah murmured. "Do it. You know you want to. He's so low, he'll probably get off on it. Here, let me put it on for you." "Ohhh," Hannah moaned and I guessed Julie was caressing her pussy. "This buckles here so this little bit fits on your clit. How does that feel?" "Hmmm. Nice." Hannah walked into my line of sight and I gasped in horror into my gag. The strap-on dick hung obscenely from her pussy as she evilly stroked it. Julie knelt in front of her and, leering at me, said, "Let me get it wet for you." My cock surged as I watched Julie suck that fake cock. Although I wanted to tear my eyes away, I couldn't and watched as Julie slid the fleshy coloured cock in and out of her red lipstick covered mouth. The pressure of her clit was making Hannah moan and she tossed her head back, her big tits moving as she did. Julie pulled back, flicked her long blonde hair over her naked shoulders and moved over to me, something in her hand. Gripping my waist, she pulled me back so, with my arms tied above me, I was now bent over slightly at the waist. The curtains were pulled back even more and light flooded the room. "Do you think they'll be able to see you get fucked in the ass by your ex-wife?" she laughed as I struggled. Hannah laughed as well. "Ex-wife? I like that." Something cool was being spread on my ass and I felt Julie's fingers start to probe. It felt different and, even though I knew it shouldn't feel that way, it also felt exciting. Suddenly, I felt the fake cock at the entrance of my ass and I instinctively tightened, trying to force it out. "You'd better let it in," whispered Julie. "No use fighting it. Your Mistress is going to fuck you whether you like it on not. Aren't you, Hannah?" "Yes," Hannah said throatily as she forced it in and I screamed into the gag. "I'm going to fuck your ass, slave!" It slid in further and I knew I had to try to relax or it would tear me apart. Suddenly, with a wrench the cock was completely in and I screamed again, tears running from my eyes. Hannah didn't move as I sobbed brokenly into the gag. I felt so full, so used, so hard as Hannah pressed her big naked tits against my back. "Look out the window, slave," she urged and I blinked the tears away to see a woman jogging past. "That's Elaine. You know, the young woman from up the street you're always drooling over. What would she think if she knew you were getting fucked in the ass by your Mistress?" "Maybe she can see," Julie laughed. Hannah started moving in and out. "Hmm," she moaned. "This feels so good. If I keep this up, I'm going to cum." "You cum, my love," urged Julie. "Look, he's loving this." My cock bobbed around, the bell tingling. "Take his gag off," Hannah said. "I want to hear him moan as I fuck him." Julie was laughing as she removed the bridle and wiped the tears off my face. "Poor little slave's been crying," she said. I cried out as Hannah pulled back and then rammed in, out and in. Moaning, I hung my head as Hannah mercilessly fucked my ass. "I feel so, I don't know, ooh but it feels great!" Hannah said huskily. "You feel powerful," Julie said. "And you look so powerful. Slam it in!" "Ooh baby," moaned Hannah as she slammed in and out of my helpless ass. "Fuck him, Hannah! Fuck him!" Julie urged. "Let me kiss your breasts." "Ohhhh," moaned Hannah, slamming faster and faster, rocking me back and forth. "Cum, baby. You are sooo sexy, soo powerful," I heard Julie whisper. I felt Hannah press against my back and fondle my balls. "Does toy want to cum?" she demanded, gasping. "Please, Mistress, " I cried, my cock bell ringing. "We let him cum last night," reminded Julie. Hannah pushed off me and sawed the dildo in and out. "You're right. Not today, toy. But I'm going to!" she cried. "Yes, baby," urged Julie. "That's it." "Oh, my god!" Hannah cried out as she came, her body trembling and the dildo slowed and, then, stopped. Exhausted and sweating, I hung in my bonds, the strap-on fixed firmly in my ass, listening to Julie stroking and soothing Hannah behind me. 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