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Authors name: Charlotte - Bum Fuckin'Eygpt -
Story title : Tough Girl
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Tough Girl (Fdom/F, v, rp, intr)
by Charlotte (Bum Fuckin'Eygpt)
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For the past four years I've taught health education at
a racially mixed high school in Long Island. I'm 26
years old, 5'5" and I weigh 135 pounds. I guess I'm
about 10 pounds over weight but I do have 36D boobs and
long, blonde hair and I'm considered attractive. I've
never been interested in sports or in any physical
activities. You could say I'm a couch potato. In fact,
my ex-husband tried to get me to do sit-ups, which I was
incapable of doing. Rich my husband says soft women have
always turned him on, so my softness is a turn-on to
him.
He's always brining Cavalier and Nugget home and we
turn-on together reading the letters and the fights,
especially when black girls are beating up white girls.
As I said, I teach at a racially mixed school and almost
all the fights between black and white students are
started and finished by the black girls.
Up until last year I had never been in a fight in my
life but all that changed the day I had to discipline a
girl named Yvette, a 17-year-old, black student in one
of my classes. She was disturbing the class and I
finally had to have a security guard escort her to the
principal's office and she was suspended from school.
At the end of the school day, I drove home and when I
walked to the front door and had my keys out, a hand
shot out and grabbed my upper arm. My legs went to jelly
as I turned and stood face to face with Yvette. Her
nails dug deep into my soft arms as pain shot through my
body. She took the key and opened the door then pushed
me ahead of her.
She opened the door behind her and started to scream at
me, calling me every filthy name in the book. She was
like a wild woman and all I could do was stand
helplessly in front of her. Yvette was my height, but
probably weighed about 115 pounds. She was wearing a T-
shirt and jeans and her arms appeared to be very strong
and wiry.
She walked toward me with a look of hate in her eyes. I
was moving back towards the bathroom, thinking maybe I
could lock myself in when all of a sudden; she closed
the distance between us and slapped me across the face.
I felt my face redden as tears started to pour down my
cheeks. I truly didn't know what to do. My mouth had
gotten so dry, I couldn't speak.
Yvette ripped my blouse down, popping my buttons, and
ripped off my bra. My hand went instinctively to cover
my tits, but she grabbed them and forced them down to my
sides. Then she grabbed my skirt and pulled it up to my
waist pinching my sides. I stood before her blubbering
like a baby. Then, just as suddenly as she began her
attack, she stopped and backed off. The look on her face
was so hateful and cruel. "Bitch, I'm gonna' kick your
white ass and just about kill you!"
She continued to repeat her threats as she slipped off
her T-shirt and jeans. She wasn't wearing a bra and her
hard nipples topped her firm black tits that stood
straight out. Her legs were thin but muscular and her
ass looked solid under black lace panties.
Yvette walked over to me and grabbed hold of my skirt,
yanking it down and off me. I felt ashamed as she yanked
me toward her by my hair. Then she started slapping me
across my face. Even though I was eight or nine years
older, and 25 pounds heavier, I was completely
intimidated by this tough black girl. Her hands grabbed
my soft breasts as she pinched and squeezed them pulling
my nipples and slapping them hard. I tried to hit her
but she didn't seem to even notice my attempts.
One of her hands slid down between my legs and I found
myself being lifted off the ground and pushed to the
floor. She knelt over me, saying, "I'm going to rip your
fat white ass apart and you'll be begging me to stop!"
As Yvette was terrorizing me with her words, I could see
that she was actually getting sexually excited. With one
hand, she was rubbing the crotch of her panties and her
black nipples started getting very erect and firm. There
was a growing wet spot on her panties and a glazed look
in her eyes.
Yvette then leaned down between my legs, still rubbing
her own pussy through her wet pants and with her other
hand, she started to play with my thighs, pinching and
twisting the soft flesh. This started me sobbing again
and as I lay helplessly on the floor she'd give a pull
on my pussy hairs forcing me to cry out in pain.
Then she positioned herself over my body with her face
directly above mine. She started to spit on my face
forcing my mouth open and drooling into it. As she was
doing this, her body stiffened as she ground her pussy
into mine and I knew she was reaching orgasm.
The smell of sex was in the air as her hands once more
went to my pussy. She tore off my panties then spread my
legs and started rubbing my ass with the crotch of my
underpants. Then she put the panties up to my mouth and
forced me to lick the crotch. I was humiliated as the
smell of my urine and cum filled the air around me.
After she finished with me, Yvette got up and walked
over to the couch, removed her panties, spread her legs
apart and began to masturbate. "Bitch!" she said, "crawl
over here!" I turned over and got up on my hands and
knees and did as I was told. My big, soft tits were
flopping around as I crawled over to where Yvette was
sitting waiting for me. She forced me to lick her feet
and toes all the time masturbating herself, then another
orgasm racked her body, she grabbed my hair and pulled
my face into her wet pulsing pussy. Cum flowed out of
her cunt and her hard thighs held my face close to her
pussy lips.
I was covered in seconds with her female jism as she
pushed me away from her. I was once more lying on the
floor at her feet. I was beaten, humiliated and Yvette
got up and slipped on her jeans and T-shirt saying,
"Understand this bitch! Don't even think of going to the
cops. You do and I'll be back and I'll fucking kill
you!" For emphasis she grabbed both my nipples and
pinched and pulled them causing me more pain than I
could stand. I nodded my head to let her know I would
comply with her since I was crying and sobbing so much I
couldn't speak. With that she got up and slammed the
door behind her.
My husband loves having me tell him of my one encounter
with a black girl. I think if he could find Yvette, he'd
probably bring her home with him. As for myself, once is
enough. I'm too weak to put up any kind of fight,
especially against that girl.
I transferred to a different school, one with very few
blacks and believe me, I steer clear of the black girls
that I see and teach during the school day. My husband
can get off by reading this in Nugget, since this will
be the only fight I'll ever be involved in.
-- P.M., Long Island
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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