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Subject: {ASSM} The Perfect Applicant (Ff, mc, hosiery fetish)
Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2001 19:10:06 -0400
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This story is not intended to be viewed by persons under the age of 18, or
under whatever age is considered adulthood in your neck of the world. It has
no basis in reality, and is intended as a fantasy only.  If over the age in
question, please use your own good judgement.

This is my first story of this nature, so feedback (archaic69@hotmail.com)
is appreciated.
Now enjoy!

The Perfect Applicant (Ff,mc, hosiery fetish)


    "She is beautiful, is she not?"  Allison Taxton crossed her stockinged
legs, and turned to address her subordinate.  "An absolute spectacle.  Look
at her, Caroline, look at this footage from today's interview: auburn
tresses, slender build, buxom figure, uhhgh."  The mistress encircled one of
her own plump assets with gloved fingers, and began to pet herself.  "I
would suggest that you attend me now, lest I have to come for you."
    Caroline rose from tired knees to tired feet, and did not speak her
acquiescence; the end of penis shaped gag parted her red lips, had parted
them for the better part of an hour, it's shaft and tip forbidding coherent
language.  What were not forbidden by either gag or mistress were the
animal-like grunts with which her lips had been likewise associated this
busy eve.  Beneath the semi-sheer nylon of her black pantyhose, her buttocks
burned with pain.  It was the price Allison's displeasure, and its memory
moved Caroline quickly to her mistress now.
    Allison watched her girl approach, moving only her eyes in anticipation.
She continued to lightly pinch and massage her breasts through the rustling
nylon of her evening gown, but after speaking to Caroline, the mounting
passion had melted from her face.  Now she stroked and caressed her own
mounds almost off-handedly; cold intensity had supplanted erotic merriment
in those beautiful, corn-flower blue orbs, and while she assessed, Caroline
knelt silently before her chair.
    Then, on the dark, silhouette-streaked floor of their office.she waited.

    A business suit: black jacket and skirt, pinstriped, the former hung
loosely over a bosom like a pair of grapefruit; between jacket and bosom was
a creamy-colored blouse, soft, with discreet, pliant buttons lining the
front.  Between the pinstriped skirt and it's obvious holding were
pantyhose, a gentle black that cradled both legs and womanhood in their
silky confines.  Sensible black heels and less sensible black choker served
as the only other unextraordinary adornments, though the latter was mostly
concealed during the business day by long, dark hair.  The hair was up now,
the choker prominent against tanned, Hispanic skin.  Allison liked the
visibility of her control.
    Caroline's breathing was rhythmic and heavy, the rubber phallus
depressing her tongue moved in and out slightly with each momentary sag and
lift of her shoulders.  Beyond that, the silence was deafening.  Caroline
knew that her mistress was interested in extending the moment.  Only now and
then would she spare the girl her fixed stare: when her fingers gently
coaxed the more extreme pleasures from her breasts, her eyes would flutter
open and shut quickly, yet no further sound was uttered.  Finally, Allison
smiled and sat straight in her office chair, returning her elegantly gloved
arms to the rests, and above all signaling an end to the ministrations.
    She stood quickly then, and her navy heels clicked as she circled behind
her girl.  With a business-like twist of the buckle behind head, the straps
retaining her gag suddenly fell to the side, and the penis slid blessedly
from her mouth, hitting the floor with a clatter.
    Caroline knew better than to move until instructed.  Within a moment,
she heard stocking feet being slid from shoes, and then a clatter as they
were tossed dismissively aside.  Then, the voice of her mistress: "Pick it
up."  Caroline did, holding the saliva-soaked gag carefully aloft with
manicured fingers.  "Now turn and face me."
Still on her stockinged knees, Caroline complied.  Her suit skirt rode a bit
in the effort.  Allison raised an eyebrow.  "Sweet Ms. Holcomb," she said
softly, reaching forward to brush the kneeling woman's brow, "tell me a
little about the girl you were."
    Caroline's eyes closed, and she breathed in, gathering her strength,
attempting reassuring thoughts.  It's going to be this again.  Please no.why
must you make me remember? No.I'll be strong; there may.even be some
pleasure.if I am good.  This last choked her more than the phallus ever had.
What have I become?
    "I." she started tentatively, eyes downcast. "I used to.."
    "No, bitch."  Allison caught her in the chin with her stockinged toes,
and raised her face until their eyes met.   "You will tell me as you lick
the penis."
    Caroline swallowed, could feel her mistress's silken foot move away from
her cheek with a graceful ease.  So sexy.God, no, stop it.   She began
again, this time lowering her eyes and raising the slimy rubber cock at to
her lips.  "I.I'm from a well-to do family in.California.and I." she
stuttered as she tongued the phallus's base, "and I.I've always had
everything.ummm.that I've ever wanted."
    "A rich girl?"  Allison asked, playing an intrigued role.  "A rich
bitch?"
    "Ungh, um, yes, Mrs.Taxton," she closed her eyes and lathered the cock
with her tongue. "I was so, so rich.  Daddy.mmm.he would buy his little
girl.mmm.he would get her anything."
    "You were Daddy's girl.  Daddy's good girl."  Allison chuckled, and
slowly seated herself, moving to grasp the hem of her dark blue gown.  "I
like that.  But you got bad didn't you?"
    "Daddy, he didn't want me to go," she started, following the prompt, "I
was." her red fingernails played lightly over the cock, ".I was.I
needed.things."
    "Yes, sweetheart.yes.we all need things." Allison's gown crawled slowly
up her calves, her thighs, revealing more and more stocking as it rose.
    Caroline began to lose herself, as had happened so many times before  "I
started.ungh.to be bad.  I.wanted things." her lips encircled the phallus's
tip in a kiss, "things.mmm. Daddy.couldn't give me."
The gown was crumpled about Allison's waist now.  She too had her eyes
closed, her lace stocking tops exposed, her legs lean and outstretched in a
'V', toes pointed.  "Why Caroline, you were becoming a woman, a sexy,
beautiful woman."
    "Yes.I.a woman." She tipped her head back in ecstasy, bending the penis
slightly.  "I.mmm.left.left Daddy."
    "Yes, you left for the east.  You started school, you naughty young
lady."  Allison began to stroke her panties, continuing in a carefully paced
whisper, "You should be spanked for your urges."
    "H.Harvard," she began to pant, and this time, as she continued to
manipulate the fake cock between tongue and left hand, her right drifted
slowly to the hemline of her own skirt.
    "Such a fine school for young ladies.  Taught you how to dress, how to."
a small gasp as her finger traced the outline of her panties, ".to act.  You
were to be a lady, my pretty pet."
    Caroline's initial rigidity had abandoned her: she was half-bent now,
with only one stocking knee still affixed to the ground, while the other leg
stuck straight out awkwardly behind her.  The hem of her pinstriped skirt
now barely concealed the darker panty of her hosiery, while the majority of
it was crumpled across the cheeks of her ass.  Her eyes were closed, and she
bathed the rubber phallus in long runs, from bottom to top and then back.  A
small whimper escaped her lips as she tipped off the penis a third time, for
it was then that her right fingertips brushed her nylon-covered pussy.
    "But then," Allison leaned forward in her chair until her face was
inches away from her unknowing slut's, "you came.to work for me."  And she
snapped her fingers.
    A light came on in Caroline's mind, and the floor met her body in a
rush.  She laid there, crumpled, face in the floor with her long dark hair,
still wrapped in its ponytail, cascading alongside.  Then, without looking
up, she gasped, in the quiet, shy little girl voice that belied everything
she had been."Mistress, may I?"
    "Why, my little bitch?  Are you in heat?"
The trance of the last episode had dissipated.  Caroline lifted her head to
the height of Allison's knees.  Her face flushed with humiliation.  But
under her hose, her pussy flushed with need. "Yes, mistress," she panted,
every muscle tensed. "Your bitch is in heat."
    "Then," Allison, still leaning forward, extended a hand, and cupped one
of Caroline's breasts through her now disheveled blouse, "by all means."
    With a moan of lust, Caroline fell backwards onto the soft, thick carpet
and shucked her skirt around her waist.  Her hands shot to her swelling
crotch, and she split the now sopping wet pantyhose that had concealed it.
She grabbed the cock from where it had fallen, and, legs aloft and apart,
plunged it into herself with desperation of someone who may never cum again.
Her grunting was no less erotic for being self-inflicted.
    "Uunhhhh!!"
    Allison leaned back once more to watch the lewd show.  The expanse of
muscular thigh that now shot straight into the air shook and convulsed with
each of her bitch's thrusts.
    "Uhnnh.uhnh."
    "You make noises like an animal, Caroline.  I knew you would, the first
day you walked into my office."
    Caroline didn't -couldn't-hear.  She continued her thrusts, meeting
hand-held cock with eager pelvis, both working without rhythm, but with
mutual desperation.  One of her high-heels clattered to the floor, and she
distractedly moved her black stocking foot to kick off the other.
    "It puzzled me: your confidence, your intelligence, tempered with your
utter inability to discern my fa ade."
    "Oh, ugn, oh God.please." Caroline seemed ready to peak; her toes were
pointed, her eyes clenched shut, her words were whimpered.
    "You were a perfect applicant.  But sadly."
    "UUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"
    ".hardly a challenge."
    Caroline's legs fell to the floor like trees before an axeman.  She laid
there, phallus half-hanging from her delicate womanhood, sweat soaking both
hair and face, expensive suit and hose overwrought in her desire to cum.
Allison stood, and slowly walked a circle around her girl, keeping a motion
not unlike a detective does a chalk outline.  She smiled.  "That is why our
new applicant will be so good for the company, pet.  You see, she," she
indicated the glowing monitor which had been so utterly ignored for the
extent of their encounter, "she will not be an easy candidate.  She is
neither dense, nor extravagant: I judged as much during our session."
    Darkness began to creep across Caroline's senses, a sleep born of her
harshly-bought cum.  But she strained to hear the last of Allison's words.
    "And what is best.her entire purpose here is one of perception.  What
better challenge than the game which knows it is in a huntsman's range?"
Caroline's shifted her body, and betrayed her inquiry by reopening her eyes
to catch her mistress's.
     "You see, my sweet, that beautiful creature asked one too many
questions.  And what is more.when she stood to go.I saw the hint of the wire
tucked behind her jacket."
    The darkness fled, and was replaced for the first time with a new kind
of light.
    "She starts tomorrow."

END-Considering a part 2 (obviously) if this is well-received.

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