Dressed in pantyhoses.
Christine looked at herself in the mirror. Her pretty face was the color of creme, her tears streaming around the gentle curve of her chin and dripping onto the porcelain sink. Why was she made to suffer so much humiliation, she thought to herself. Before she had a chance to answer herself mentally, however, the bathroom door burst open and James strode in.
"You cheating cunt," James shouted, "I'm not finished talking to you! Did you think you'd get away with it forever?" His broad shoulders heaved with anxiety, and his charcoal-black hair hung in his face, a few strands plastered to his brow by the spreading perspiration.
"James, please! I don't know what you're talking about!"
"The fuck you don't! I -saw- you out my window, you with your piss-colored cotton shirt laying next to you, your black skirt up around your slutting hips, and your pretty fucking pink panties around your fucking ankle!" His face was turning crimson, and his eyes bore into hers like daggers. "You were letting that nigger guy pound your pussy, right out in the open where I could see!"
At this, she could feel her dam of hatred burst. "I don't know what the -fuck- you're talking about, Jimmy! I've been in classes all day, and the only time I've had to fuck -anyone- was you at lunchtime!" She stopped to take a frantic breath, matching James's stare as she continued, her grey-green eyes burning holes into his. "If you think I would -ever- be a little whore like that to anyone but you, then you can go fuck yourself!"
Before James could respond, she pushed past him and ran out of the bathroom, out of their dorm room, and down the hall. She was only acutely aware of the tears that were streaming down her face as she pushed past the few people who were chumming around the building's exit. She ran for what seemed like hours, crossing the commons and not stopping until she reached the edge of the far fields. Finally, exhausted both mentally and physically, she sat down at one of the few picnic benches nearby, lowered her head onto the formica surface, and sobbed into her arms.
Only a few moments later, she could hear someone approaching from behind. Not about to take any chances, she tensed herself for the impending attack. She kept her head in her arms, listening to the soft footsteps as they neared her... Slower, slower still, and finally stopped. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, and nearly lost her mind when she felt a hand grasp her shoulder. Screaming, she leapt up as though a tiger on the offensive, lashing out with a hard slap. "Don't you touch me!"
The figure recoiled as the smack resounded over the empty field. "Ow, Jesus! It's me!" he cried out, but to no avail, as she was drawing her hand back for another slap. He managed to grab her wrist before she could launch her attack, and forced her head up to look at him. As their eyes made contact, he shouted again. "It's me! It's Pete! Get ahold of yourself, doll!"
Realizing that it's not her boyfriend, her rage turns to vulnerability as she wraps her arms around him, sobbing freely into his chest. He almost laughes as she does this, not quite knowing how to react. Choking back his natural reaction, he lets his arms fall freely around her, holding her against him. "Shh... It's alright. Whatever happens, I'm here now."
(tale # 17) get full text ... Dressed in pantyhoses.
Blonde mature wife spreading pussy in stockings.
This birthday thing started about 4 years ago. I was just about to turn 51. I have always done something on my birthday that I would not do the rest of the year. Like going out to a expensive place to eat. One year I went to New York and had dinner. But this year I was thinking of something different. At 51 I was thinking of doing something I only thought of doing. Going out and getting an expensive hooker. Not just any hooker, but one that has something extra. That was 4 years ago. I have been doing it ever since. Sue is her name. Sue is about 5'7" tall. About 135 and has a set of tits that most women only dream of. She is a white women and has a tan that she works on all year. Best of all she can pass with the best of them. This is what happen on my 55th birthday.
I called Sue and told her that my birthday was coming up. "Yes I remember you Bob, I was hoping you would call me. Now remember that we have to do lunch before hand to talk over what it is you would like this year." Sue and I have done this since day one. Lunch at a nice place downtown. A few drinks and then we would meet later on in the week or the next one. After lunch all was set. I was to take a change of clothing. Socks, underwear, shirt and pants to work and leave them. When she called me I would meet her for dinner and then a night of sex.
Just after my birthday I got a letter at work. 'Put your things in your car after work. Make sure you clean yourself, inside and out. Meet me at Fat Fish Blues at 5 tonight. If you can not, call me and let me know. I have cleared the night for you my love'. I got my bag and put it in the car. I also went and took my enema. I took one at 11 and then the last one at 3. This was a must with Sue. She had told me that if, "I'm going to use your ass it better be clean." And I must say she can use your ass.
I walked out of work and went to Fat Fish Blues. As I sat and had my drink I saw her walk in. Fuck did she look great. Her Red dress was open about half way down. You could see her breast as she walked in. The side of her dress was slit about up to the knee. Just looking at her this way, you would never know her secret. But I did. Sue walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Hi Love. So I hear it is your birthday. Would you like to buy a lady a drink"? We sat and talked for about 20 minutes and was just about to get up when Karen walked up. I work with Karen and have thought of her in bed more then once.
"Hi Karen this is Sue. Sue this is Karen I work with her." They said hello to each other and talked for a few. Sue told Karen that it was my birthday and that we were just about to leave for dinner and... Sue just smiled. Karen just looked at me and smiled.
"Would you like to join us It might be fun. You look like your bi. Are you Karen.? Are you bi"? I thought I would die. Sue was asking her if she would like to have sex with us. And not only that but if she was bi. I just held my breath. I tried to smile but I couldn't. Sue looked at Karen and then bent forward and kissed her on the cheek. Her hand went to Karen's ass and pulled her towards her. Karen smiled and looked at me.
"I would love to. But I have a date and I do not think he is bi. So maybe another time. Okay"? With that she turned her head smiled at me and then kissed Sue right in the mouth. Her fingers went to Sue's cleavage. She ran a finger down it and then pulled back. "And yes I am bi, very bi and kinky. You two have fun." With that she walked away. I must have been as red as a beet. I paid the bill and we went to my car, then to Sues place.
Once at Sue's place I took a shower and as I did I could hear Sue doing the same thing in her bathroom. I put on a clean pair of underwear, socks, shirt, pants and then my shoes. I was just walking out when I saw Sue in the living room. The lights low, wine and her standing with a blue blouse on open to show her bra. A skirt that was just below her ass. Garter belt and stockings. I knew she had panties on. But I could not see them. She sat down and told me to come sit next to her. We had one drink and then I stood up to get another. As I stood in front of her she started. She started by unbuttoning my shirt.
"So it is your birthday, and you told me that you would like to take the next and last step. Just do what you like and you do remember the safe word. No matter what you say it keeps on going till I hear the safe word." Sue removed my shirt. She kissed my nipples and then bite them. Her lips and tongue went down to me navel. Then she bent and took off my shoes. Next came my socks and she kissed and sucked my toes. Sue would look up at me and smile. Then as she sucked my nipples I felt her hand unzip me. My pants fell and then I felt her remove my shorts.
(tale # 18) get full text ... Blonde mature wife spreading pussy in stockings.
Tiny angel in white stocking playing virgin hole.
I was on my way home from having a few drinks after work with the guys when I suddenly realized I had to take a mighty whiz. I was driving down a secluded block, a street filled with nothing but dark warehouses and a few abandoned cars. I pulled over and killed the ignition. I practically jumped from my car, I had to go so bad.
I dashed to the nearest warehouse, and in the dark, pulled down my zipper and released my cock from my jeans. I began spraying a stream all over a graffiti covered wall and letting out a loud "ahhhh."
Just as I was done, while shaking my pecker to let the last few drops spill out, a floodlight hit me full blast. I felt like I was some standup comic on a stage, but standing there with my dick in my hand, I soon realized the joke was on me.
"Stop right there," a stern female voice instructed. "What are you doing?" she asked me as I frantically stuffed my eight inch tool inside my pants.
"Uh, uh," I stammered.
"This is the police, you filthy pig," the speaker crackled again. "Put both hands on your car and spread 'em"
"Oh shit," I muttered beneath my breath.
"Do it!" Her voice crackled through the loudspeaker when I hesitated. The seriousness of her voice suddenly made me realize I was in deep shit.
A lone female figure emerged from the car. I squinted, trying to make out more, but the flood light shone so brightly beside her it made it difficult to see anything else. All I could hear was the crunch of the gravel beneath her shoes as she approached me.
(tale # 19) get full text ... Tiny angel in white stocking playing virgin hole.
Dark stockings and fat body spread.
Miss Simons continued to lie on the dirty ground for some time, struggling to regain her strength. She had just barely finished the "Lap Run" and had remained immobilized for some time, completely forgetting that her large breasts and ass where freely exposed to anyone who could just happen to walk by.
To her luck, nobody did. As the coach look around, she noticed that the black cheerleaders who had been tormenting and humiliating her where nowhere to be seen. They had left their former coach practically naked in a cheerleading skirt alone on the practice field.
Miss Simons could still hear Trish's final words before leaving: "Congratulations Coach, your on the squad." This caused a mixture of feelings to course through her mind. Every time she recalled the words, she felt proud, but also sick.
Why had she submitted so easily to Trish, her cheerleading squad captain? Why did she dress up as a 13 year old cheerleader, running around like an idiot, breasts bouncing and flying, exposed ass jiggling, all for the honor of being Trish's cheerleader?
Because she wanted to.
Shame filled the coach as she realized how much she wanted to submit to the black girls. How she was so willing to make a fool of herself just so she wouldn't disappoint Trish.
Trish must have been right after all. White girls where naturally submissive to black girls. How else could she explain her desire to be Trish's "Little white cheerleader"?
As Miss Simons sat up, evidence of her submission was painfully obvious as she watched her tits spill over the tiny top. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh at how ridicules she looked.
She did neither.
(tale # 20) get full text ... Dark stockings and fat body spread.
Tera patrick gets nude on the stairs.
Michael trudged slowly into the crowded city bar. It was Friday evening and it had been a tough week, he needed a stiff drink before heading home. As he fought his way through the throng of early evening revelers towards the bar, he noticed several of his work colleagues drinking and laughing. They had not seen him and he had no desire to engage in the social chit-chat that inevitably involved long, protracted conversations about work. Finding a space at the end of the bar, he perched himself on a high stool and attracted the attention of the bar tender.
"Evening Mike, what'll it be?"
"Hi Phil. Beer please and a shot on the side."
"Hmm, sounds like a hard week!" said the bar tended as he flipped the top off the beer bottle and placed it in front of Mike together with a small glass of whisky.
"Yeah, thanks Phil, it sure has." Mike sighed and swallowed half the beer in one gulp, quickly followed by the entire contents of the shot glass.
"Again please, Phil!"
As the bar tender refilled his glasses, Mike looked around him. About six yards away from him sat a dark-haired woman in a sharp business suit sipping a glass of white wine. Mike guessed she must be around her late thirties. Probably waiting for her old man to join her for a drink after work, he thought, turning away. Not seeing any other obviously unattached females, he turned back to the bar where Phil had placed his fresh drinks. Suitably fortified by the first whisky still burning in his stomach, Mike now slowed his drinking considerably, taking his time and savouring the pleasant taste. Pulling out his daily newspaper, he turned to the crossword puzzle.
After fifteen minutes and only six clues of the crossword solved, Mike was finding it hard to concentrate. It was almost as if someone was watching him. He raised his head from the paper and, again looked around. This time his attention was caught by the woman at the bar. She smiled at him as their eyes met. Mike could see that her glass was empty and she was still alone. Perhaps her old man had stood her up, he thought. Draining his own glass, he took a deep breath and walked over to her.
"Hi. I'm Mike. Can I get you another drink?"
(tale # 21) get full text ... Tera patrick gets nude on the stairs.
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