Message-ID: <28229asstr$978635404@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 01:53:36.0882 (UTC) FILETIME=[FC9EE520:01C07527] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Stocking Tops 8/30 (FD MC) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 14:10:04 -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 8/30 by Nessus MC FemDom Mast Humil So I remained kneeling in front of the hotel room door, jerking myself off , for what seemed a terribly long time but was probably only ten minutes. Of course, being so dam horny, my manipulations brought me to the edge of orgasm quickly but, because of the command imprinted in my mind, I could not cum. Groaning into the panties in my mouth, I looked down at my tireless hand jerking my poor red cock and wondered where it will end when I heard voices in the corridor outside my room. Soon whispers and female giggles and the sound of the key in the lock. I'm not a religious man but I prayed. Please God, don't let this be the maid or room service. Please! The door swung open and Hannah and Julie slipped in. Both were in tennis outfits, white sleeveless tops and short white pleated tennis skirts with tennis shoes and socks. The both had tennis racquets which they dumped next to the door and I guessed they had been playing on the hotel courts. Did they have lunch with Mandy, I wondered? The door closed. "Can't keep his hand off it," observed Julie. "His cock has ruled his life," said Hannah. "He can't say no to it." "Apparently not," replied Julie. "Mmf," I spluttered through the panties. I wanted to stop! My cock was getting sore and so was my wrist. "Enough, Roy," commanded Hannah and my hand ceased it's motion. I slumped forward in relief as Hannah and Julie sat on the sofa, side by side, amused looks on their faces. "Come here, Roy," ordered Hannah. "And take those panties out of your mouth." They both collapsed in laughter as I sheepishly removed the panties, dropping them on the floor. Gingerly, I stood up and moved in front of them. To my embarrassment, my cock remained hard and throbbing. Julie crossed her legs and my eyes were drawn to the top her long legs poking from the short tennis skirt. Julie saw my glance and smiled. "What do you think of his new look?" Hannah asked Julie, pointing at my shaven crotch. "Nice," the blonde woman said. "Turn around," she ordered. "Wow!," she exclaimed when they saw my whipped buttocks. "Oh, Roy," Hannah laughed, "you're going to hurt for a few days. Mandy certainly walloped you." "She needed to, didn't she," Julie said. "Had to get it out of her system," agreed Hannah. "Did you cry, Roy?" mocked Julie and I nodded my head, blushing with shame. "A good cry into the panties in your mouth?" Hannah said and they both burst into laughter. "Gotta get a shot of this," laughed Julie and I heard her rustling in her bag. Suddenly there was a click. They had taken a photograph! I felt so humiliated, so helpless. "Turn around," she ordered and there was another click. "Get down, Roy," Hannah commanded and I knelt in front of them. "That is your position with us from now on. Understand?" "Yes Hannah," I replied, eyes lowered and face burning with shame. Hannah laughed softly. "Still learning. I like that." "I want another picture," said Julie. "Hold your cock, Roy and start jerking. Now look up. Smile,' she teased. Click! "Enough, Roy," she ordered and I stopped jerking, letting my hand fall to my side. Julie placed the camera down and lay back on the sofa, next to Hannah, legs slightly apart. My cock throbbed as I stared at her long brown legs, peeking from the short white tennis skirt. "Ordering him about is sooo sexy," she murmured and Hannah moved closer to her, smiling down at me. With one short movement, she leaned over Julie and kissed her. I gasped in shock as Julie responded and for a few moments, the passionate kiss continued until Hannah pulled away. Julie lay back on the headrest of the sofa, eyes closed and blonde hair spilling around her beautiful face. Hannah lightly caressed the top of Julies legs and smiled coldly at my shocked face. "I should thank you, Roy. If you hadn't been fucking around with poor Mandy, Julie and I wouldn't have, shall we say, gotten to know each other as well?" She laughed softly. "And she's such a beautiful woman, isn't she Roy?" I nodded dumbly and watched them kiss again. In a moment, Hannah broke away and returned to caressing Julie's brown thigh. "We went to the powder room before we came here, Roy," Hannah whispered, "and took our panties off. Julie is naked under this short skirt." My cock bobbed and Julie's head rolled to the side onto Hannah's arm, a sensual look on her face, eyes still closed. I was so aroused. "Stark naked, Roy," Hannah continued, her long fingers teasing the hem of the pleated skirt. Julie's legs parted as Hannah slid the tennis skirt up revealing Julie's pussy. She was shaven, completely bald pussy, and I stared at the puffy lips surrounded by nothing but skin! I had never seen anything so arousing and compelling in my life. "Julie likes the clean look," murmured Hannah as her fingers lightly caressed Julie's thighs. "Look, Roy," she said. "Pretty pussy." I fell forward at the command, my mouth yearning for those naked pouting lips. She was all ready aroused and wet, her juices flowing freely as my dutiful tongue tenderly licked, probed, explored and tunnelled her pussy. Through my obsessive stupor, I vaguely sensed Hannah and Julie kissing each other passionately above me as I worked slavishly on Julie's pussy. A hand seized my head and pulled me into her pussy as her legs closed around me. "Oh, Hannah," Julie cried out and moaned as she came. Of course, I kept caressing her pussy and inner thighs with my tongue with long gentle strokes until Julie said, "Enough, Roy." The urge left me and I sat back on my heels, looking up at the two women on the sofa. Julie had straightened her skirt and that beautiful shaven pussy was hidden from my view. Hannah was laying back, looking down at me with half closed eyes and breasts rising and falling. I knew that look, she was so aroused. Julie leaned over and kissed her deeply, her fingers stroking Hannah's breasts through the tight tennis top. Hannah moaned slightly and Julie leered at me as she pulled Hannah's tennis skirt up around Hannah's waist. I watched Hannah's legs fall apart to reveal her bush, her pink lips poking wetly through her black pubic hair. "I love all this hair," Julie said softly as he long fingers ran lightly over Hannah's pussy. Suddenly, with one short motion, Julie slid a long finger into Hannah's pussy. Hannah moaned slightly at this penetration, her head lolling back onto Julies arm. Julie coldly held my eyes as she worked her finger in and out of my wife's pussy. In and out, in and out, all the while gloating at me as Hannah moaned. "She loves this, doesn't she?' she whispered to me and I couldn't look away. With a faint plop, she removed her finger and wiped it on my cheek. Julie leaned back and pointed at Hannah's cunt. "Look, Roy," she laughed. "Pretty pussy." Compelled once again, I fell into Hannah's glorious pussy, licking and caressing as usual while Hannah and Julie passionately kissed above me on the sofa. It didn't take long. Hannah must have been terribly aroused and she came with a rush, screaming loudly while Julie held her. After a moment, they commanded me to stop and I l sat back to see the two beautiful women embracing on the sofa, whispering softly to each other. Soon, they disengaged, stood up and walked hand in hand to the bathroom with their hand bags. I heard running water, giggles, voices and laughter behind the closed bathroom door and after about twenty minutes the returned. "Look, Roy," Julie said, sliding her brief tennis skirt up. "Panties back on." I gaped! Julies panties were so sheer, I could see her pussy lips flattened against the transparent fabric. "Julie is such a tease on the tennis court," giggled Hannah. The panties were sheer white with a white lace trim around the legs and I drooled. "Looks like he loves my panties," said Julie and dropped her skirt. Please, " I begged. "Please let me come. I need to come," I pleaded. "I've learnt my lesson." Hannah's eyes narrowed. "Have you? I don't think so, Roy. I can't trust you." She glanced at Julie who smiled and Hannah said, "Destiny." When I came out of the trance, I was standing in front of the two women. "What did you do to me?" I groaned. "What now?" "Just changed a few commands," Hannah said and Julie giggled. "It's simple, Roy. You must obey Julie and myself with out question." She coldly looked into my eyes. "Understand?" I nodded. It was hopeless. "And Mandy," Julie added. "Yes, of course. Julie, Mandy and myself. Total obedience. Now get dressed." As I picked up my clothes, Julie added, "And no underwear, Roy." I dropped my shorts on the floor. "I like to think of your poor hard cock sliding around in your pants." They laughed and, totally humiliated, I dressed. As we walked out the door, Hannah scooped up the panties and my shorts, stuffing them in her bag. End Part 8/30. _________________________________________________________________________ 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+