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Archive name: tuffgir.txt (Fdom/F, v, rp, intr)
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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