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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

by Nessus

MC FemDom Mast Humil

Hannah and I have been married for about three years. She's a smart,
beautiful woman who knows exactly what she wants. A doctor of medicine,
Hannah had just joined a small partnership when she meant me. I was the
real estate agent who sold her new house to her. What she saw in me, I
don't know but we were married within twelve months and now, three years
later and due to her driving and encouragement, I'm the owner of a thriving
real estate practice.

A tall, dark haired woman with a hot body to match, sex with Hannah, from
my point of view, was always great. I like it fast and furious with me
spurting a powerful orgasm into that gorgeous body. Lately, she's been
trying to get me to talk about our sexual 'problems' but I laugh it off.
Besides, I don't see any problem.
I've always enjoyed sex and with both of us with busy schedules we haven't
been as regular as we could be so I found some compensation. Her name was
Mandy. Young, long red hair, dressed to kill, Mandy was a new sales person
in my office and we fooled around once or twice. Well, maybe a little more.

I used to pull her short skirt up, pantyhose down and fuck her from behind
with her big tits mashed into my desk. And then send her back to work with
my cum leaking into her pantyhose. Dangerous but exciting.
Then Mandy started asking me when I was going to leave Hannah. Well, that
started me laughing and she stormed out of the office. That's when this all
started.

"So," my wife said icily, "you've been fucking on the job?"

"Hannah," I protested, "How can you say…."

"Mandy told me everything," she calmly announced. I was dumbfounded. 

"You spoke to….?"

"Yes. I know everything, Roy. She cried her heart out, poor thing."

I had to move fast. "Hannah, I'm sorry. She didn't mean anything to me. It
was just sex. You know," I smiled weakly, "you and I haven't had much
opportunity lately."

"Oh, it's my fault, is it?"

"Well, you know, as a man, I need to cum. I just have to."

She stared at me for a long moment. "I'll think about this."

"Hannah," I said desperately, "I love you. Let's not break up over this.
I'll do anything." She didn't reply and walked away.

The next day, she looked at me across the breakfast table. "Roy, last
night, you said you'll do anything to keep us together. Was that true?"

"Of course," I lied, looking up from the newspaper.

"Good. I want you to give up smoking. You know how I hate it."

I looked back at the newspaper. "Sure. I've quit as of now. Not a problem."

"I know how difficult it will be for you so I've made an appointment with a
Hypno-therapist. It's at ten. Please make sure you get there on time." She
handed me a card.

"Hypno-therapist? Hypnotised?"

"Yes, darling, it works." She left the table with a swirl and I stared at
the card. Hell, no one could hypnotise me and this will keep Hannah happy
so, what have I got to lose?

At the office, Mandy gave me an icy stare as she passed me in the hall. I
also received a few cold looks from a few of the other women in the office
so Mandy has obviously been blabbing in the rest-room. They'll get over it.

I arrived at the appointment on time and was introduced to Julie. She was a
stunning blond woman who sat next to me, fiddling with a gold bracelet
while she talked. "So, Roy, Hannah tells me you want to give up smoking?"

I laughed. "Hannah wants me to give up smoking. " I kept watching the
bracelet and she started droning on about the evils of smoking and that I
should give hypnotism a chance. Finally, I laughed. "Julie, forget it. I'll
give it a chance but it's not going to work on me."

She smiled and stood up. "It all ready has, Roy. Look," she said pointing
at the clock. I was shocked, it was ten after eleven. "How do you feel?"

I shook my head. I felt great. "I feel great," I said, standing. "So, what
happens now?"

Julie laughed. "You won't smoke again, I guarantee it."

Back at the office, I tried to make up with Mandy but she gave me the cold
shoulder so, I went home.
Hannah called me into the study and smiled. "How did it go?"

I guessed 'it' was the hypnotherapy. "Okay, I suppose."

"Good." Then she looked me in the eyes and said, "Destiny."

I blinked my eyes, clearing them . "What did you say, dear?" I asked. I
felt relaxed and I hadn't had a cigarette or, for that matter, even thought
of one.

"Nothing." She smiled. "Let's go out for dinner." I looked at the clock and
was surprised. I had been home for forty minutes but I thought I had just
walked in the door. Oh well, it's been a long day.

The next morning, I was just about to leave for the office when Hannah
called me. She was seated a chair in the middle of the lounge-room, dressed
in a short black skirt, black  hose and a dark blue blouse.

"Yes, dear?"

"Roy, I'm still very angry about you and Mandy." Oh shit, that again.

"But, Hannah…."

"And I also remember what you said about needing to cum." She then looked
straight at me and said, slowly and clearly, "Roy, darling, I want to show
you something."

Those simple words rocked me.  Almost from a distance, I watched myself 
strip my pants and underwear off, then fall to my knees in front of her.
"Look," she purred and I watched her painted fingernail slide up her leg
until it reach the hem of her skirt. Smiling, she raised the skirt to
reveal her stocking top and part of a black garter belt. "Look Roy," she
smiled. "Stocking tops."

At those two words, my cock jutted hard from my body, my hand circling it
and I frantically started to jerk off while she watched, laughing.

"Hannah," I cried, "what's happening?" I could control my voice but not my
hand as it worked on my cock, building myself towards a massive cum while I
stared at the black nylon against the white flesh of her thigh.
"Here," she said, holding a glass screw top jar, "Cum in that." I watched
my other hand take the jar and hold it under my cock.  Suddenly, I spurted
and spurted in to the jar, my body shaking with the release. Hannah looked
at her watch. "Quick, as usual,' she said calmly. Then she threw her head
back and laughed loudly.
Wiping tears from her eyes, she tossed the lid of the jar to me. "Put that
on and put your cum in the refrigerator." Silently, I did as she said.

When I returned, she was picking up her briefcase and car keys. I felt
foolish, standing there naked from the waits down. "Hannah," I asked, "what
have you done?"

"A little hypnosis, Roy. A simple command phrase that I put in your mind.
Julie programmed you to respond to my command word and I then insert
actions and reactions in your mind. Lovely, isn't it?"

"You bitch," I said, moving towards her.

"Now, Roy," she said mildly, "be careful. Or you could be on your knees
jerking that pathetic little cock of yours until it falls off. I'm sure you
wouldn't want that." She slammed the door on her way out.

I dressed and stormed off to work. Of course, I rang Julie but she wouldn't
come to the phone or answer my calls. What could I do, any way? It was her
word against mine.

That night, I warily let myself into the house. Worried, I had stayed out
for a while but finally, I had to go home. I heard female voices in the
lounge-room and I thought I could slip by without Hannah seeing me.

"Roy," she called. "Is that you?" I slowly walked into the room and saw
Julie sitting on the sofa with Hannah. "You remember Julie, don't you?" she
said and they both laughed. I hung my head "Want to see his party trick?"
Hannah asked Julie.

"Please," I said softly but she ignored me.

"Roy, darling, I want to show you something." On those words, I had lost
control once more. Quickly, I stripped my pants and underwear off, kicking
my shoes away in haste and fell to my knees in front of the giggling women.
Both women raised the hems of their skirts, revealing Hannahs black
stockings and Julies white ones. "Look Roy," they cried in unison.
"Stocking tops!" Again, my cock leapt into hardness, my hand gripped it and
I started jerking off, rushing towards an inevitable orgasm while both
women watched and laughed.

She held out the glass jar and I could see my sperm from this mornings
episode lying in. "Here," she ordered. "Cum in that." I reached the peak,
my body shook as I pumped my seed into the jar until I slumped, head down
with sweat running from my face. 

"Quick, isn't he," commented Julie, a broad grin on her face.

Hannah nodded, took the jar from me and held it over my head. "Don't ever
fuck around on me again, Roy," she said softly and poured the cum onto my
head. Humiliated, sperm dripped down my face as I stared into those cold
eyes and I knew I had lost respect and control.

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. 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
stripped my pants and underwear off and fell to my knees in front of her.
Staring up into those cold eyes, I tried to form words, 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.

Exhausted, I hung my head, humiliated. Mandy stood and looked down at me.
"Wash them Roy, you'll probably need them tomorrow." Shame washed over me.
"Next time, I might invite some of the other girls into watch."

The door slammed behind her. I was ruined.

That night I begged Hannah to stop, to remove the command. I would do
anything, I pleaded. I followed her around, begging until she stopped and
said, "Destiny." 

Later, that night, I heard Hannah move from the bathroom into our bedroom.
She was wearing a long negligee and black stockings. "Roy," she called and
I walked in. She was seated on the side of the bed. "Roy, darling, I want
to show you something." This time, I found myself stripping all my clothes
off, tossing them everywhere as she watched me, smiling. I fell to my knees
in front of her as she parted her gown, revealing a black garter belt and
stockings, her pussy level with my face. "Look Roy," she whispered, "Pretty
pussy." 

The urge to sink my face into her cunt was overwhelming. I tenderly licked
and kissed, sucked and rubbed while she lay back on the bed. I usually
don't like doing this but now, I wanted to, I needed to. Finally, she came,
the orgasm sweeping through her as she cried out. I kept tenderly licking
until she tousled my hair and said, "Enough, Roy." Suddenly, I no longer
needed to lick her and I sat back on my heels, her juices glistening on my
face, my cock rock hard.

Hannah arranged the gown around her and sat down at her dressing table.

"Please," I whispered, begging.

Hannah turned and looked at me, still kneeling on the floor with a rock
hard cock and laughed softly as she pulled her gown apart. "Look Roy, " she
laughed coldly. "Stocking tops."

End.

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