Message-ID: <28237asstr$978657007@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 02:13:42.0266 (UTC) FILETIME=[CB15E5A0:01C0752A] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Wicked Game 3 (FD CB Mast Magic) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 20:10:07 -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, RuiJorge, newsman 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 the file. Otherwise ....enjoy! The Wicked Game Chronicles: Book 1. The Devil and Mr Brownlow. (Part 3.) by Nessus FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic My cock twitched in my pants as, still slightly stunned, I pushed through the crowd, searching for Judy. I saw Lucy Duivel sit at the head table with Will Macintosh and I blushed as she smiled at me across the room. I literally bumped into Judy who pulled me onto the dance floor, holding me close for a slow number. Her sweet perfume swept over me and my cock grew hard against her belly. "Mmm," she whispered in my ear. "You are glad to see me." "I'm sorry," I said, upset that my body had betrayed me and I started to pull away. "Don't," she warned. "Everyone will see you're hard." I blushed and kept dancing with her until we neared the exit. "Let's go," she said, taking my hand and leading me into the cool air. Hungrily, I watched her long legs as she sat in the car and the constant rasp of nylon against nylon as she crossed and uncrossed her legs drove me insane as we drove into the city. She knew it too, as she smiled at me many times as she dropped her eyes down to my bulging crotch. I had all ready paid the escort agency by credit card so there was no transaction to be completed. The car drew up at her building and, desperate with desire, I leaned close to her so the driver couldn't hear. "Can I come up?" I croaked. "Please?" Judy smiled at my bulging pants and shook her head. "Hey," she admonished. "You know the deal. I want to thank you though, I made some good contacts there." She opened her purse and pressed something soft into my hand and closed my fingers around it. "A small gift for later,' she whispered, her eyes twinkling. In a flash she swept out of the car and into the building. As we drove back to my apartment, I opened my palm and gasped in surprise. Panties! Black satin panties. I resisted the urge to bury my nose in them as my cock pulsed wildly in my trousers. I walked hurriedly to the elevators after the cab deposited me at my apartment building, the panties warm in my pocket. Fumbling with the key, I opened the door, slammed it behind me and dropped my jacket over a chair. Not being able to wait any longer, I pulled the panties from my pocket and held them to my nose so I could breathe the deep musky perfume captured in the black satin and lace. I almost came there and then. Stripping off my clothes, I stood naked in the centre of my apartment with her panties pressed against my nose, my erect cock throbbing, when I heard a key in the lock. The sound didn't register for a moment but I gasped in shock when the apartment door swung open and closed behind Lucy Duivel. Her laughing eyes swept me up and down as I blushed. "Well," she giggled. "All ready for some action, huh?" "How did you..." I gasped. "It's a company building, stupid. I told you I get what I want." She stood close to me and smiled down at my twitching cock and the panties dangling from my hand. "What do we have here?" she smirked. I dropped my hands in a vain attempt to cover my cock. "Don't," she snapped. "You forget I've seen it before. Where did you get these?" she asked, pointing at the black panties. "Judy gave them to me," I croaked. "What for?" My face burned in humiliation. "Ah, I don't really know," I stalled. "Give me a break! What did she give them to you for?" "To jerk off in," I admitted softly. "And you were ready to go when I interrupted you, huh?" "Yes," I lowered my head in shame but my cock throbbed. "Well," she said, arranging herself regally on the sofa. "Don't let me stop you." "Ms Duivel," I began but she kept talking. "It's just occurred to me that you think you've got those hooker's panties. I told you kid, hookers don't wear anything under their dresses." She smiled coldly at me. "Those are my panties, kid. I told the hooker to give them to you." I reeled in shock, my mind swimming. I had lost control here and had no idea what was going on. "Ms Duivel," I whispered. "What do you want?" "I want to watch you jerk off and, to prove I'm a nice person," and she laughed at that, "I'm going to let you jerk off into my panties." In spite of myself, my eyes ran over her crossed legs up to the hem of her sparkling red dress. If those were her panties, she was naked under the dress! Incredibly aroused, I knew I wanted to cum and would do what she wanted. Maybe after it, she would leave me alone. "Of course," she said mildly as she lit a cigarette. "You have to ask me." She blew smoke as she looked evenly at me. "I like it when young naked men ask me to jerk off. It gets me horny." I recognised the cue and, for some reason, her demand made me even more aroused. "Please Ms Duivel, can I jerk off?" She smiled in delight. "A quick learner. I like that. Jerk off where?" "Can I jerk off into your panties?" "Have you smelt them?" "Yes, Ms Duivel." "Do you like the smell of my panties," she said in a husky voice. "Yes," I whispered. "Very much." She seemed to know my dark desires so well. "Do it again. " I buried my nose in the panties and inhaled deeply while my hard cock twitched. Overcome with the need, I wrapped the smooth panties around my burning cock and started to jerk off, my eyes closed in passion and in an attempt to block out my humiliation. Groaning, I spurt into a searing orgasm, pumping load after load of cum into the panties. Chest heaving, I lowered my head in shame as I held the sodden ball of panties. Ms Duivel applauded. "Bravo," she giggled. "You looked like you had fun. Thank me." "Thank you, Ms Duivel," I mumbled. "For what!" she snapped. "Thank you Ms Duivel for letting me jerk off into your panties," I said, full of a deep shame. She rose and turned towards the door, cigarette elegantly held in one hand. "Wash those out, Chrissie," she sneered. "I want them back. And don't jerk off again." With a bang of the door, she was gone, leaving me alone with my shame and wet panties. End Part 3. _________________________________________________________________________ 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+