Message-ID: <28228asstr$978631807@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 01:52:50.0868 (UTC) FILETIME=[E131B740:01C07527] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 7/30 (FD MC) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 13:10:07 -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 7/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil I arrived at the hotel on time and self consciously checked it. The room wasn't too bad, a nice view and a stocked bar. Mandy was obviously still in the restaurant and having a great time when I called her. It suddenly occurred to me I didn't know who she was lunching with and who could come up to the room with her. After about an hour, I heard a tap at the door. Heart pounding, I slowly opened it. Mandy, flushed with wine and victory, leaned against the doorway with arms folded. Her large breasts pushed against the silk of her blouse. As she pushed past me into the room, her sweet perfume lingered and my cock stirred hopefully. "Nice room," she commented, dropped her purse on the table. I nervously waited, watching her. She casually unbuttoned her blouse and hung it in the wardrobe, her large breasts captured by a lacy white bra. "Roy, darling," she said. "I want to show you something." My control left me and, once again, I performed a lewd and desperate dance as I stripped myself naked, clothes flying around the room until I collapsed, kneeling in front of her. Mandy giggled and unzipped her skirt, revealing a white garter belt, white lace panties and black stockings. She was beautiful. Sensually, she slid the panties down, stepped out of them and sat delicately in a large easy chair in front of me. With a grin, she looked down at my hard cock, jutting from my shaven groin. "So smooth, Roy. So naked," she whispered and I blushed. With a sigh, she settled back in the chair and let her long legs slowly drift apart. My eyes fastened on the red hair of her pussy as her long finger caressed it and I could see wetness on the puffy lips. "Look Roy," she whispered. "Pretty pussy." With joy, I tenderly sank my face into that glorious pussy, soaking up the sweet smell and tasting her essence. I had to lick, no, I needed to and I abandoned myself to her cunt. There was no sense of time as my tongue explored, caressed and teased her pussy. Suddenly, her hand seized the back of my head and pulled my face into her as she groaned and then screamed with pleasure. I kept licking delicately her inner thighs as she fell back "Enough, Roy," she gasped and the obsession with her pussy instantly left me, leaving me with a hard cock waving from my bald groin and her juices glistening on my face. Mandy tousled my hair. "You are learning, aren't you," she stated as she languidly picked up her panties and wiped her pussy. "You never used to do that." I waited, sitting on my heels, hoping that she was going to allow me relief. She stood up and cleared some items from a small round table. I gaped at her in her white bra, garter belt and stockings as she beckoned me. "Bend over the table, Roy," she ordered and I did, crushing my hard cock into the table top. "Open wide," she said, holding my chin while she forced her wet panties deep into my mouth. I felt her pushing her pussy against my buttocks and her breasts against my back, forcing me harder against the table. "I just love having you spread over the table like this," she whispered in my ear, her long hair tickling my shoulder. "So naked and so open." Startled, I looked back at her smiling face over my shoulder. They were words similar to ones I'd used when I'd fucked her in my office. "Hannah knows about this," she whispered in my ear. "All of it. She wants details. You accept it now or be programmed for it later." Suddenly, I felt nervous. "Don't move," she warned. I felt her push away from me and the rustling of clothes. "I'm glad you still wear this stupid belt, Roy," she said coldly and I heard clothes drop to the floor. "I just love the little studs on it," she giggled and I heard her flick the belt. "Better not disturb the neighbours," she said lightly from a different position behind me and the sudden rush of sound from the television made me jump. Some afternoon talk show was on with loud cheers, jeers and tears. She was back pushing into me again, grinding her pussy against me and driving my hard cock into the table. The belt trailed across my shoulders and I was, suddenly, very afraid. I've never been what you would call, a tough man and I was always afraid of pain. "You screwed me for nine months," she whispered in my ear. "In more ways than one. I think one for each month, don't you agree?" she hissed, waving the belt in front of my eyes.. My eyes widened with fear and I strained to look back at her. "Mmff," I mumbled through the panties, trying to ask her to stop. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, her hot breath in my ear until, suddenly, she pushed away and the TV volume doubled. I never even heard the first stroke but I sure felt it as a fierce red hot pain slashed across my buttocks. The panties in my mouth chocked my startled yelp. Cheers and applause resounded from the TV. "Two," she cried and the next slash cut deep into my buttocks and I cursed the stupid decision to wear a decorative belt. By the fourth stroke I was trembling in pain, my hands gripping the edge of the table and tears forming in my eyes. The fifth stroke had me groaning continually into my panty gag and by the seventh I was sobbing uncontrollably, my cries gasping into the panties as I surrendered completely to the pain. I don't remember her stopping but I saw her walk into the bathroom with her clothes over her arm as I sobbed on the table. Finally, my sobs faded but the burning pain on my buttocks remained as I lay there. Suddenly, the TV sound disappeared and Mandy, dressed, appeared next to me, the room key dangling from her hand. "All dressed," she said. "No panties though," she laughed. "You would've like that in the old days, wouldn't you, Roy." Mandy walked to the door. "Say goodbye, Roy," she ordered. Gingerly I straightened up and, as I turned to face her, I was amazed to see I still had a hard cock. She pointed to the floor in front of her and I hurriedly knelt. "Look, Roy," she laughed as her hand slid her short grey skirt up her black nylon legs and I knew what was coming. I just hoped I would be able to cum. "Stocking tops," she giggled as she revealed the lace tops of her stockings. Gasping into the panties, my hand seized my hard cock and I started pumping. Mandy tossed her head back, laughed loudly and walked out the door, shutting behind her. I couldn't believe it! She had left me in the room! There I was, naked, whipped buttocks, shaven crotch, panty gag and jerking myself off with no hope of cumming or even stopping until I was commanded to. What if the maids came in? Room service? Worse still, the police? Humiliation, fear and loneliness swept over me. 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