Kong's Second Encounter With Lisa

The maid on his waist undid his pants and began to ride him. Energetically bouncing on top of him and gyrating her hips. "What a good little ass-slave, already kissing my cheeks." The one on his face teased as the one trampling him rubbed her soft soles all over him.

The man just squirmed and thrashed beneath the maids, too weak and horny to resist them.

The endless pleasure seemed to go on forever. The only indication Kong got as to the passage of time was when two of the maids switched. The one who had been riding him wrapping her full breasts around his head so he was now being ridden, trampled and boob smothered instead.

Kong weakly reached up and wrapped his arms around the maid smothering him so he could try and pull himself deeper in otbher soft cleavage.

The maids soon reduced the man to a useless mess of lust and desire.

Once he was left powerless from the pleasure the three got off of Kong, each giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Good night master." They said as he began to drift off.

"G-Good night" he forced himself to say before sleep took its hold of him.

Kong spent the night dreaming of maids. He woke up to find himself alone with a breakfast already set out for him.

Kong pushed himself up to a sitting position and quickly ate the food before it got cold.

This meal tasted fine and had no aphrodisiacs. But that might not end up mattering.

Kong finished his meal and got up with a big stretch. Now that he wasn't tired and horny, he decided to actually look around the room he was in.

The room had a big bed, a couple of couches around a coffee table, and even a personal bathroom. He could be comfortable here for quite some time.

Kong headed into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. With a blush, he wondered how much he remembered of the maids actually happened and how much of it was just in his dreams.

When Kong exited the bathroom he found three new maids waiting just inside the door. "Good morning master. How may we dominate you today?" They said with a curtsy.

"Tie me up with all the used stockings in the manor then beat me into submission with your breasts, ass and feet." Kong blurted out without thinking. Upon realizing what he just said, his face turned scarlet, and he refused to look directly art the maids.

The maids were pleasantly surprised by the scale of his request. "Of course master. It will be but a moment." One told him, ducking out to inform the other maids while the two who remained began to sensually remove their stockings.

Kong awkwardly tried to hide the bulge in his pants as his eyes became glued to the maids' sexy legs.

The two maids walked over and pressed their stockings against his face. "Does master like our scent?" They asked.

"Master loves it." Kong asked as he took deep breaths and let the aroma make him lightheaded.

As he enjoyed the scent the other maid came back with a pair or two of used stockings from each one of the more than dozen maids working at the manor. Their scent quickly filled the room.

Kong fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the powerful scent of stockings that made him feel dizzy.

The maids used this opportunity to tie him up. One pair over his eye, one in his mouth, and the rest used to restrain his arms and legs. There was surprisingly little of him that wasn't covered in stockings. It felt like things couldn't any better when the maids started batting him about with their boobs, butts, and feet.

Kong shuddered and moaned with delight as they tied him up with the legwear. He was quick to climax once they started beating him up with their sexy bodies.

"Master is such a pervert. Getting off to the smell of our stockings." One of the maids giggled as they continued, feet pressing against his crotch, tits slapping him across the face and asses knocking him back and forth. He was beginning to suspect that there were more then three maids batting him about with their bodies.

Kong could only nod in agreement, his dick already hardening and ready to cum, again.

The three, five, maybe seven maids continued knocking him around like a pin ball. He'd be spent stumbling one way by a titslap only to run crotch first into a pair of soft butt cheeks which would then hop check him face first into a sexy pair of feet. And all the while the scent of their stocking surrounded him and filled his lungs.