Message-ID: <28220asstr$978624610@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 02:05:42.0223 (UTC) FILETIME=[ACF525F0:01C07529] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 24 and 25/30 (FD MC) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 11:10:10 -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 24/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil Cleansed by our mutual shower, I towelled Darlene's massive body dry as she watched, with wry amusement, my hard cock moving from side to side as I rubbed the towel over her. "Are you always hard?" she asked. "No Miss Darlene." "You're hard after I pissed on you. Doesn't that seem weird? To me, it means you get off on this." I hung my head as I had no answer for that. Mentally, I protested that I wasn't aroused by what I've been through but, physically, my hard cock betrayed me. Darlene fluffed her hair. "We've got a few hours yet," she said, lying, naked, face down on the bed. "A nice massage is what I want." And that's what she got for over an hour until she was almost purring like a cat. "Now," Darlene said, patting the bed. "You lie here." Quickly, she pulled my hands over my head and tied them to the bed head with her stockings, pushing the discarded girdle gusset into my mouth. "I know you have to obey me," she said, wrapping a robe around her large figure, "but I want you perfectly still." Alarmed, I watched Darlene as she sat at her dressing table and placed something in an envelope. What is this crazy woman up to? I felt fear. "You're to take this envelope back. Don't open it, just give it to your owner." She laughed. "Part payment for your tongue." Emerging from the bathroom with a small box, she grinned at me as I lay naked and hard on the bed. "Now for the rest of the payment," Darlene said, sitting next to me on the bed. A serious look on her full face, she leaned over me and looked into my eyes. "I've been asked to pierce your nipples. It will hurt a little and then sting for a while but not for too long." "Mfft!" I protested into the girdle gusset. "It's going to happen," she said seriously. "You know you have no choice. And," she added, laughing, "this isn't going to let you cum either. Sorry." Shutting my eyes, I felt her dab something on my left nipple, followed by a sharp pain and I moaned into the girdle gusset. A repeat on my right nipple and I felt her doing something to my nipples and a click. "There," she said with satisfaction. "All done. Open your eyes." I looked down and saw silver rings were hanging from each nipple and I realised I was marked for life. Darlene casually stroked my cock. "Could have been worse," she said matter of factly. "I could have put them somewhere else." I watched her podgy hand work my cock and shuddered at the thought of pierced balls. Untying my hands, she patted me on the head. Smiling, Darlene stood and looked down at me. "Come on, up you get. We still have some time left before the driver comes for you." The way she said that startled me but she just kept smiling. My nipples were very sore and felt strange with the rings hanging from them. Every time I moved, the rings sent a twinge of pain through me. Naked, I followed her downstairs where she arranged herself on the sofa. After providing her with a drink as requested, I knelt in front of her. Casually, she spread her legs and opened the robe. "Let's make it at least four, Toy," she commanded and I lowered my lips to her pussy, trying to ignore the pain of my nipples and my aching jaws while I worked away at her pleasure. End Part 24/30 Stocking Tops Part 25/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil For the next few hours, until the sun started to set, I licked Darlene to many orgasms, massaged her feet, her back and generally waiting on her. She delighted in my nakedness and would not let me dress, prefering me to display myself all the time. Finally, we heard the car pull up and I looked around for my clothes. Darlene shook her head. "No clothes, Toy. You stay naked." "Miss Darlene," I begged, "Please let me dress." There was a loud knock on the door. "Open it," she said and I shrank back, horrified. "Open it!" she said sharply and, embarrassed and naked, I opened the door. A big black man in a dark uniform stood on the porch and looked me up and down, taking in my nakedness. Sneering, he pushed past me and, as he was so big, I felt like a dwarf. I tried to follow him into the doorway but a massive black hand rested on my chest, narrowly missing my new nipple rings, and stopped me. "Stay," he said in a deep voice. Darlene looked up at him. "My," she said. "You are a big guy." "You have the envelope, mam?" he asked in that booming voice and she handed it over. I was illuminated by the porch light and I frantically looked around the darkening streets, cowering in my nakedness.. He shoved the envelope into one pocket, took a dog lead from another pocket and snapped it on my collar. "Say goodbye, Toy," he directed. "Goodbye, Miss Darlene," I said, fear in my eyes. Darlene stepped onto the porch and whispered in my ear. "You want to know how to cum?" she whispered. "By the driver. Him!" She pointed at the impassive black man and then, giggling, disappeared inside. He tugged on the lead and, naked, I followed him to the car, slipping into the front seat as he directed by a grunt and a gesture. When he sat in the driver's seat, he looked me up and down as I cowered in the seat, trying to cover my cock and balls with my hands. Suddenly, he slapped me hard across the face and I recoiled in pain, seeing stars. "Do not cover yourself," he growled and I dropped my hands. "You are always on display. You are nothing but a slut slave. I will decide when you can dress. You will call me Master. Got it?" I hung my head, resting my hands on either side so my genitals were completely exposed. "Yes, Master," I whispered. "Speak up!" "Yes, Master," I repeated but loudly. "Get yourself hard," he snapped and I quickly started jerking off while he watched coldly. When I was hard and on the edge, he ordered, "Stop!" I dropped my hand and sat there with a hard cock, trembling body and breathing heavily. Grunting with satisfaction, he flicked the interior light off, started the car and we drove off. In silence, we drove the half an hour to Hannah's house. The only time he spoke to me was to tell me to get hard again when my cock started to droop. By the time he parked the car outside the house, I was so horny, so frustrated, I was on the edge of madness. Trotting behind him as he strode to the front door, leash in his huge hand, I nervously looked around the dark streets for any sign of life. As he rang the bell, a car slowed as it past and I started to cower and hide myself. "Don't" he growled warningly and I stood still. The car crawled past and I thought I saw Elaine staring at me in the porch light. Finally, the door swung opened and a tug on the leash made me move inside. Hannah and Julie were in their robes and a little drunk. A video camera on a tripod stood in the centre of the room, pointing at the sofa. Without a word, Master handed Julie the envelope. Hannah circled me, glass in hand, as she studied the nipple rings. "Did it hurt, Toy?" she asked. "Yes Mistress," I said, softly and both women laughed loudly. "We had a lovely dinner, Toy," Julie said. "You must be hungry." "Yes, Mistress." "Over to the sofa, Toy." Julie said while Hannah giggled. Master strode to the sofa and stood there looking down at me, still holding the lead, while Julie stood behind the video camera. "Get hard," Master said and I started jerking on my cock. "Toy," Julie directed from behind the camera. "Undo his pants." I looked at her in shock and I felt my leash being tugged. I looked over at Hannah who was smiling over the rim of her wine glass. "Do it," she said and I reached up and undid the top of his pants and his zipper. The pants fell to his ankles and his massive black cock hung in front of my face. "You said you were hungry, Toy," taunted Julie. "Suck it!" This was the final humiliation and I felt a broken sob form in my throat as my eyes started to prickle with tears. "Suck it!" Julie demanded and I tentatively reach up to hold that black cock, so big that I couldn't get my hand fully around it. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I let my open mouth take the head of the cock. As I closed my mouth around it and it started sliding in and out, I heard the women laughing. The only way out was to try to distance myself from what I was doing but a voice inside me kept reminding me that I was naked, pierced nipples, dog collar and on my knees sucking a black cock. The shame was intense. His cock started getting hard and it pushed against the back of my mouth. "God," said Hannah. "Look at the size of that thing. I've never seen anything like it." "Makes Toy's seem pretty small," laughed Julie and I flinched with embarrassment. I felt his hand on my head, holding me still as he drove that huge cock in and out of my mouth with no respite. Gagging, I tried to pull back but his insistent hand held me there as he fucked my mouth while Hannah and Julie squealed with delight. Suddenly, he pulled out and pumped his cock with his huge black hand. Cum gushed from its head and splattered over my face and into my mouth. Julie was clapping her hands in delight as sperm hung on my ears and my nose. Hannah laughed loudly. Finally, it was over and Julie switched off the video camera. Master wiped his cock on my face and pulled his pants up. My cock was hard and I desperately wanted to cum as his sperm dripped from my face. "Did you figure out how to cum, Toy?" taunted Julie. I remembered what Darlene had said. "With master," I mumbled, ashamed. Hannah laughed. "He's not as dumb as we thought." "I think he may have got a little help," Julie said wisely. Master sat on the sofa. "Sit on his lap, Toy," instructed Julie and, nervously, I did. I felt like a toy seated on his massive thighs but I had no choice. "Baby Toy," Laughed Hannah and put a baby pacifier in my mouth. "You like sucking," she said. "Suck on this." Master reached down and grabbed my hard cock. Julie moved back behind the video camera and called, "Action." His massive hand swallowed my cock and started moving up and down while I watched. It felt wonderful. "Suck on the baby pacifier," called Hannah and I did as his hand moved faster and faster. "Cum, baby!" they chanted as the big black man impassively jerked me off while I bounced on his thighs like a baby. I didn't care. I needed to cum so badly I didn't care I was pumping in and out of a man's hand. I just didn't care. Knowing I was making a pathetic figure, I tried not to look at the camera but it was hopeless as the passion and the need overtook me. Suckling on the pacifier, I thrust my cock into that huge black hand like it was a ripe cunt and let the forces overwhelm me. In too short a time, I was spurting my seed into his hand, crying out with a guttural need as I achieved relief. Soaked in sweat, I slumped against huge body and tried to regain my breath. He held his cum splattered hand in front of my face and said, "Lick." I removed my pacifier and licked. 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