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Monday morning Jessica arrived at school early. She hadn't had a good nights sleep the whole weekend. Her nights had been one big emotional blur, leaving her tired as she arrived to work. During the days she had managed to successfully block out the degrading activities of Friday night from her mind, and was confident that today she'd be able to do just the same.
Never the less, Miss Simons was obviously a wreck as she stumbled into the large school building, but still managed to make it to her first room with out looking too out of sorts.
The "official" cheerleading coach of Dalefield High did have other responsibilities at the school. Besides her cheerleaders she often assisted other teachers, doing various errands and tasks. She didn't like it, but it paid her well enough and usually kept her occupied until after school.
But today would be the first time she'd actual pay attention to actual teacher/student interactions. Last sunday evening she had again questioned herself and asked the question "Was it true?" Did white women really have a natural desire to serve black women? She herself was almost tired of questioning this theory. Trish had proven it time and time again to be true.
But despite watching first hand the submission of her own cheerleaders, the white women at the party serving as play things, and her own desires to submit to Trish, something still didn't seem right. Did all white women feel the same way? She had to find out, and the school was the best way to do that. Her plan was to watch and listen. To study if there where other teacher's like herself at the school that had similar submissive desires with their non-white female students.
Her first class was with Mr Brodan. Yes he was a man, but a white man. Was there also something to this natural dominance with the males? Not that she was able to tell. Yes some of the black students were generally more rude to him, but he composed himself rather impressively, and didn't appear to show any submissiveness to them.
After two classes, she was with Miss Jenkins. Yes she was a woman, but a black woman. Yet it was still worth a look. But here to nothing seemed out of the ordinary. However, Miss Simons did notice for the first time that Jenkins treated her a little differently than normal. Almost like she were less....equal. But it was probably just her imagination.
Another two classes went by before she went to Mrs Clark's room. Now Marsha Clark was white and definitely a woman. She was roughly the same age as Miss Simons and married, with 3 children. She was a good woman and Miss Simons had a lot of respect for her and her work ethic.
But even with that high level of respect, former coach wanted to see that respect tested. She wanted to now if Mrs Clark was or was not susceptible to Trish's famed "Natural Dominance" as well.
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She shifted in her seat inside the car, refusing to look at him as this time his hand wreaked pure havoc on her thigh beneath her skirt. But she gave in to the pleasure now. Both of her feet, bare now that her sandals were lost under her seat, were propped on the dashboard as his fingers delved far inside her. Her head rolled from side to side as she keened with pleasure. She murmured his name time and again and was cresting on the edge of her climax. Her torso jerked forward within the confines of her seatbelt when he, perverse to the last, removed his hand from the apex of her thighs.
“What…”
“See that white car in front of us?”
“Uh…”
“See the lights mounted on top of it?”
“The police? I didn’t even…”
“Notice? Good…”
Blushing at her wanton behavior, she smoothed her skirt over her legs and turned to her companion, frowning at him.
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
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I am a thirty eight-year old man. I maintain an active lifestyle and to be perfectly honest I think I keep my body in pretty good shape for someone my age. I run five miles a day, weekends off, and play organized softball and basketball throughout the year. Well enough about my self-absorbed fitness. Suffice it to say that even with the confidence I get from my workout routine I was still shocked as to what transpired this past summer.
Let me begin by saying I am a single parent to a very precocious teenager. Stephanie is 18 and has adapted very well, as well as can be expected, to her mother leaving us. I feel I have done a very good job in raising her on my own these past three years. She gets good grades in school and has just started her first year of community college, which brings us to our story.
That particular summer day was probably one of the hottest we ever had. I was out back finishing up the installation of the 8-½ foot tall privacy fence around our backyard. Stephanie had invited two of her classmates over to swim in our pool. They are the same age as she is. They had all grown up together since childhood. I know their parents well and we are close friends. The three of them had been swimming and sunning themselves since late morning. It was around 1 PM and Stephanie told me she had to head back to the campus and finish registering for summer classes.
Carol and Jen wished to stay and swim a bit longer. I told her that was not a problem. I was almost done with the fence and plan on jumping in later to cool off. She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. I watched her leave and thought how much she reminded me of her mother. I noticed on her way out she said something to Carol and Jen who were still in the pool. After she spoke to them, they looked back in my direction and smiled. I waved to her and returned to my work. Finally, after adding water to the last of "Quick-Crete" I was done. I stood back to admire my work and after a minute or so I heard Jen's voice from behind.
"Now that you are done Mr. Walker, jump in and cool off."
I turned and smiled saying, "I plan too. That water looks too good."
Carol and Jen were very attractive young women. They both had tight bodies and long attractive legs, legs that I have often found myself staring at on many occasions. They both are active in school sports. Jen will be attending college on a soccer scholarship and Carol has been offered several scholarships as well but has yet to decide on which one to accept.
I was wearing cut-off jean shorts and had taken my shirt off hours ago. I was hot and the cool water looked so inviting. I slipped off my shoes and dove in off the diving board. I stayed under and came up in the shallow end of the pool. I sunk down into the water keeping just my head above the surface. Carol and Jen swam up beside me.
Carol asked, " Now doesn't that feel good?" I moaned, "Oh yes it does." Jen said, "The fence looks really nice Mr. Walker." I replied, "Thank you Jen."
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The bright sun, subdued and mottled by the leaves overhead, splashed over and around them. A cool breeze blew up from the lake. She leaned back against the massive trunk.
They made an odd pair. The girl wore a white cotton tank top above blue jeans. The man was dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and fashionable red tie.
He leaned forward, too close for polite conversation, but refrained from touching her. She stole a glance over his shoulder to see if anyone was near enough to intrude upon their private moment. Only a jogger trotted across the bottom end of the park.
He pulled a pocket knife from his trousers and snapped open the blade. She grinned.
Her hips pushed forward and the hem of the tank top pulled up exposing an inch of pale flesh.
The knife moved between them and she held her breath as he placed the blade flat against her belly. The cold metal caused her stomach muscles to twitch. She tensed her diaphragm and held her breath. Slowly he rotated the blade until the sharpened edge rested feather light against her belly. Then he carefully scraped the blade like a razor across the flat of her stomach. Her forehead was moist but her throat was suddenly parched. The grin stayed plastered to her face but her eyes widened with a touch of fear.
The blade pulled away. She sucked in a gulp of air and felt moisture soaking into her panties.
A pause and then he undid the button at the top of her jeans. She gave another quick glance over his shoulder to see if anyone might be close enough to see, but the jogger was trotting away from them and the rest of the park was empty.
The opened button gave him just enough room to reach in and grab the elastic of her panties. His finger ran from the centre around to the right and stopped at her hip, then tugged at the fabric. The red silk pulled up out of the jeans. She shivered as the crimson tightened into her pink gash. Her insides melted, draining into the cloth.
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Debbie stood in front of the bathroom mirror and smoothed her eyebrows. She ran a brush through her short layered hair and gave it a liberal dousing of White Rain. She recently had cut it short, short like that actress on the tv show "Law and Order SVU". Cut it short at the request of her husband Mike. She turned the bathroom light off and walked into the bedroom. He was in bed reading. She leaned over and kissed him, it was 10:30 and she was leaving for work. She had been on the night shift at the hospital for the last 6 months and it was getting old. She got in her car and drove... around the block. She pulled into Kim's driveway and, as if on command, the garage door opened, swallowed her car and closed again. As she got out of her car she was handed a steaming mug of coffee.
"Here, you're gonna need this," Kim said. "It's gonna be a long night."
Kim was her best friend. Well actually her second best friend. Her best friend was her next-door neighbor Tracy, but that was about to change, Kim was going to move up.
They sat on the trunk of her car and watched. They drank their coffee, they talked and smoked a few cigarettes. But mostly they watched. She drew deeply on her Misty, god it tasted good. Mike hated cigarettes, in fact a few months ago he pretty much had given her an ultimatum. Lose the cigs or lose me. So she quit smoking... kind of.
At 11:45 it happened. Their house was dark, but there was no mistaking the white door opening. A shadowy figure stepped out, turned and locked the door (can't be too careful nowadays, Deb thought) and scampered to the little yellow house next to theirs. A moments hesitation and the door opened. A stream of bright light spilled onto the stone driveway. In the doorway stood Tracy, her best friend, in a short black teddy. Mike stepped in and the door closed.
Deb turned to Kim, her heart pounding a million times a minute, she felt lightheaded. There had been signs he was cheating, quite obvious ones, but until this moment there was still the slight hope... she would've given anything to have been wrong. She began to cry softly, Kim held her. After a moment she pulled back, wiped her eyes and said
"The bitch is mine!"
The travel alarm went off at 7:15. Deb filled her mug with fresh coffee and went back to her perch on the trunk. At 7:30 Mike came out of their house to leave for work. She didn't know when he'd left Tracy's house, it didn't matter. As soon as he drove off she moved the car across the street and parked it in their garage. A couple of minutes later she came out of the house, still dressed in her nurse's uniform but carrying a small sports bag.
She went directly to Tracy's, opened the screen door and knocked loudly on the wooden door. She waited a moment and knocked again. A pink curtain was lifted from the small window in the door before it was opened. Tracy wiped the sleep from her eyes and drew the robe tight around her.
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