Message-ID: <28224asstr$978628206@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 01:49:54.0064 (UTC) FILETIME=[77CF9100:01C07527] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 3/30 (FD MC everything!) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 12:10:06 -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 3/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil The next day, I went to work as normal, hoping that Hannah had believed she had taught me a lesson and would now leave me alone. I had to admit that, for the first time, I was really afraid of her. Things got worse That morning, I lost a sale I had been working on for some time and I slumped into my chair, staring at the wall. The office door opened and Mandy walked in, shutting the door behind her. Stunned, I watched her sit down cross her legs and smile at me. "Mandy," I said, groping for something to say. "Look,......." Mandy smiled and rested her hand on her hose. "Roy, darling, I want to show you something." The words rocked me, humiliation swept over me as I pulled my pants and underwear down and fell to my knees in front of her. Staring up into those cold eyes, I tried to form words, to say something but I couldn't. "Look Roy," she sneered, revealing her gorgeous legs in sheer black stockings with lace tops, "Stocking tops!" My cock swelled immediately, the urge to cum was overwhelming and my hand caressed my cock in the now familiar pattern. Gasping, I jerked and jerked, my body moving to the rhythm as Mandy giggled. I was getting close and she tossed me what appeared to be pink cloth. "Here," she laughed. "Cum in those." I picked it up. They were pink lace panties. "That's the closest you'll ever get to my panties again!" I groaned as I spurted into the soft nylon, my body shuddering with the effort and Mandy clapped her hands in glee. "I love this!" she giggled. Exhausted, I hung my head, humiliated. Mandy stood and looked down at me. "Wash those panties Roy, you'll probably need them tomorrow." Shame washed over me. "Please, Mandy," I groaned, my face crimson as I knelt on the floor with my pants and underwear around my shoes. "Don't do this to me." "I'll do what I like, Roy!" she snapped. "Make sure you have clean and dry panties tomorrow. Next time, I might invite some of the other girls into watch." The door slammed behind her. I was ruined. End Part 3/30. _________________________________________________________________________ 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+