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Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 01

By: SylviaG



My name is Julie, and at the start of my story I was 26 years old. I'm 5'7" tall with a good curvy figure and C cup breasts that are high and firm. My hair is brown with a loose perm that just reaches my shoulders, and I've got sparkling green eyes. I've got a pretty face and cute button nose. But my legs seem to attract more than the odd glance, they are slim and long with not a hint of cellulite (lucky me).

I've been married to Barry for 5 years now; he is a quiet man 4 years older than me with average features. Barry has a reasonable job that pays well, although I have to constantly push him to better himself. We've had our ups and downs throughout our married life, but he usually sees that I'm right, and 99 times out of 100 I get my own way. On the odd occasion that I don't, I find sulking for a few days usually gets me what I want. Of course now and then I let him win just to keep him happy, but it's usually me that decides everything. Some people have called me a bitch in the past, but Barry is quite happy with me making the decisions. Well he has never said different, I wouldn't allow him to anyway. I suppose it's a kind of mind control I use over him. Well, more of a domination thing. But lets just say, I'm in charge.

There I was bored at home one day. I flicked on our computer which we had only installed 6 months ago. I hardily used it but my husband seemed to be spending more and more time on it lately. He's so sweet he even uses my name as his password. 

I just sat there staring at pictures of women he had down loaded. All the girls were wearing pantyhose. I scanned through over 100 of them. Some of them were of girls being felt up, and looked as though they were struggling to get away! A whole series of about 20 photos showed a man grabbing a young girl and shoving his hands into her tights. Gradually he stripped her and then raped her, but she kept her tights on all the time. Obviously it was all posed by models, but by the time I got to the photo of him ripping a hole in her tights and fucking her hard, I was grinding my fingers into my soaked pussy.

2 weeks later and after several more visits to Barry's photo album I decided to get some action. I barely wore tights spending most of my time in jeans, but for the last week I had worn tights everyday. I had forgotten how soft and feminine they felt. I was like a bitch on heat. Barry noticed I made sure of that, but he was too scared to ask why I had been wearing tights and knee length skirts for the last few days. It was wonderful the way he kept stealing glances at my legs thinking I didn't notice.

It came to a head when we went to bed one night. I stripped off leaving just my black tights on as I fiddle about getting ready for bed. I watched Barry from the mirror he could barely take his eyes off my legs. Then when I got into bed leaving them on, I saw that flush on his neck that gave away just how turned on he was. 

"You don't mind if I keep my tights on until I warm up a bit do you?"

"N, no," he mumbled.

I cuddled into him making sure my nylon clad legs rested against him. I wanted to giggle but managed not to. I knew what this was doing to him. I felt wicked and slowly began to rub my leg over Barry's. He just kept still like a corpse.

"You went into town today?" he asked faintly.

"You know I did I told you earlier," I responded.

"Did you, um, change when you came back home?"

I heard him swallow.

"No why?"

He hesitated for a moment. 

"Well, you wore that green skirt, into town I mean."

"Yeah with the matching green shoes," I said encourage what ever image he had in his head.

"Julie you..."

"Julie what?" I said softly into his ear.

"You went out into town, with, without knickers on?" he stammered.

I heard him swallow. I stroked up his thigh resting my hand inches from his groin. I wanted to grab his cock but resisted. I was enjoying teasing him. His mind must have been racing with thoughts of his leggy wife wandering around the shops. He still just lay there, I thought by now he would have made a grab for me, so I realised I would have to help him along a bit.

"Well I was wearing tights. I know my green skirt is a couple of inches above my knee, but it was fine until the wind got up."

"What?" he said a little surprised.

"Well, I was struggling with the bags, and my skirt blew up."

Although it was dark I could see Barry's face in the moonlight. He was definitely aroused.

"Anyway I don't think they saw right up my skirt," I added.

"Who?" he asked sounding shocked.

"The three builders that were digging in the hole I had to walk by when my skirt blew up. Oh I know they whistled and one asked if I could feel the draft...."

"What draft? Julie!"

"Oh perhaps they did then. I mean when they gave me a lift home....."

He interrupted me a second time.

"They gave you a lift home!" he shrieked.

"Yeah, I think they expected a fuck. I told them I was married but they were quite welcome to a coffee and a blowjob."

He sat upright flicking the light on.

"You gave.....Oh very funny."

I couldn't control my giggles any longer. 

"Your face," I laughed pointing at him.

"Yeah well, it's not funny," he grizzled.

"Oh don't get queer Bar; it's just a bit of fun."

"Right," he snapped.

"Well he seems to like it," I said grabbing his cock.

Barry didn't respond. He seemed quiet and embarrassed and tried to push my hand away. I resisted and began to pull his cock, and he soon started to respond to my touch.

"Like the thought of your wife flashing her fanny do you?" I said giggling.

"Julie?"

"Don't worry Barry we all have little fantasies," I cooed pushing him back to the pillow.

"Was any of that true?" he whispered.

I tugged his cock.

"Only that I didn't wear panties, and I did get whistled at," I teased, "Well aren't I sexy enough to get whistled at?"

"Yeah of course you are."

I nuzzled into his neck and kissed him softly. He whimpered and licked his lips.

"What did you do when he whistled?"

"Nothing really, I just smiled I suppose," I said after a little thought.

"Smiled?" he asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Well he could have thought you were leading him on, I mean, he could have tried to pick you up."

I leaned close to his ear.

"So, I bet that turns you on?" I purred.

I could see him thinking, it was like he was at odds with himself.

"No, that's perverted!" he snapped pushing my hand away.

I sat up looking into his eyes.

"Not as perverted as your pictures," I responded.

I saw his eyes roam around the room. It was like he was searching for some excuse that he could use.

"I found them Barry, all of those girls being forced to have sex. Hell why do you think I've been wearing tights for the last few days?"

He looked even more shocked.

"I'm sorry, I'll delete them."

"God are you thick or what?" I groaned, and then I quickly calmed myself.

I moved down to his chest kissing his nipple.

"Look I don't mind, really I don't. Besides haven't you wondered why I've been wearing tights lately?"

"Yes," he mumbled.

"And it didn't click that I found the photos that you down loaded?"

He lay silent, a far away look in his eyes.

"So are you telling me you like them too?" he asked quietly.

I took hold of his cock under the bed covers. He began to respond to my light fondling again. I lay down next to him and took his hand and placed it on my thigh. Slowly he began to move his fingers causing the nylon to slip over my leg.

"Be honest with me now. Do you imagine that I'm the girl in the pictures?"

He swallowed again, and seemed to be struggling to answer.

"I mean if that guy did try to pick me up and then brought me home. Say he forced his way in."

I left him thinking of that image for a while. His mouth hung open and his hand began to maul my leg nervously.

"I'd be like those girls, frightened, no husband to defend me. He'd tell me I was asking for it not wearing any panties," I said making a fake distressed whimper, "Just think, he would force his hand down the front of my pantyhose as he grabbed my tits."

I needed Barry to respond, to help with this I didn't want him to think I had turned into some tart. I nibbled his ear.

"Is that what you would like Barry?" I whispered.

His breathing changed, and he gulped.

"You would have brought it on yourself," he panted.

His fingers began to rub my leg more forcefully. It began to turn me on even more, it was like he was the man mauling at my body. I moved his hand until it covered my fanny. He began tracing a finger along my slit. I gulped and pushed his hand hard into my wet cunt. He soon got the message and began pushing my tights into my soaked fanny.

"Oh yes," I replied to his question with a groan, "I mean when I got home I deliberately dropped the keys. He bent down to pick them up and I smiled as he looked at my thighs. Then of course his faced dropped when I told him to go. He told me I was a prick tease, and then shoved his hand right up my skirt, in the open on our doorstep."

"Nobody would blame him," Barry panted.

"Not even my husband?" I cooed in his ear.

He thought for a moment. I tugged his dick faster.

"Barry he's got his hand in my bra, his other hand is down my tights and he's got two fingers in me. God I can feel his cock it's hard and pressing into my backside. I'm begging him not to rape me. I'm crying Barry. Your wife is about to be raped!"

"Oh yeah, oh fuck!" he panted.

"He's pushing me over the table. I've just felt him rip my tights open. He's laughing as I struggle. God Barry I can feel his cock at my fanny. Would you stop him? Would you want to stop him Barry?" I hissed in his ear.

"No, he's pushed himself into you. He, he's fucking your cunt!"

I felt him buck into my hand as he came. Panting and gasping, as his whole body tensed.

We cuddled together neither of us spoke for a while. I mean what the fuck could we say? 

I got up to go to the loo.

"Julie?"

"Yes?" I said looking over my shoulder.

"Don't take your tights off, please?"

I smiled.

Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 02



Over the next few months Barry and I started to roll play. We copied the pictures that he had down loaded. I was the pantyhose clad girl, and Barry would be my rapist. We took photos with our digital camera and even videoed our sex games. The only trouble was Barry would cum so quick when we fucked afterwards.

On one of the occasions he was giving my clit a good seeing to. Then he just ripped a hole in my tights and slipped his cock in me.

"No not yet," I moaned.

"I can't wait," he panted.

He came within a few seconds and then pulled out.

I sat frustrated and angry at him.

"Sorry Julie I just couldn't hold on."

I saw red at this.

"No you never bloody well can!" I yelled.

He looked up stunned at my outburst.

"Sorry would you like me to try again?"

God was he trying to piss me off?

Now from time to time I would lose it with my husband. I would say cruel things. Eventually we would drift back to normal, although most times he would apologise for something that really wasn't his fault. More often than not his apology was accompanied by flowers or chocolates. But this had really pissed me off and I was going to let him know!

"Try again?" I said exasperated, "You're a once a night man Barry." 

"Julie!" he said in shock.

"That's the third time in a row you've come off before I've started."

"OK I'll do better next time."

His words were bad enough, but he smiled, he actually fucking smiled!

Well let's see if you're still smiling when I've said what I was feeling I thought.

"Look we'll try again tomorrow."

"Oh would you?" I said in a condescending tone.

He pulled up his trousers.

"God I need to cum now!" I spat.

"Well, um."

"Well um what Barry? Christ it's just my luck to be married to a man who can't hold on, that's bad enough, but what did I do to deserve a husband with a 4 inch dick that's no thicker than a bloody pencil?" I took a deep breath, "and switch that bloody video camera off," I snapped wrestling with my ripped tights.

It took several weeks for us to get back to normal after my outburst. But I wasn't going to say sorry despite how much I hurt his feelings. For some reason I looked at him in a new light. He never was Mr Macho but now he seemed to be a little withdrawn. He asked me if he could do this or that, and for some reason I felt good about being able to control him. I always made most of the decisions any way.

I tried out my new found increase of power one Sunday. I had a heavy period and Barry had arranged to play golf. His mate was outside blowing his bloody car horn which annoyed me.

"Where are you going?" I snapped at Barry with my arms folded.

"Well to play golf," he answered like I was mad.

"I'd rather you didn't today."

"But, Julie you said I could, I mean the guys are waiting."

I just looked him in the eye.

"Barry I'm heavy this month and I could do with you being around for me," I added.

He came back from the car putting his jacket back on the hook. 

God it worked!

"I'm going for a lie down, wake me up at 5 please."

I knew what he was thinking. 

I waited... No he didn't have the guts to ask why he couldn't play golf seeing I was going to bed for 2 hours.

I don't know why I was suddenly being so cruel to him. It just happened, not all the time but now and then when he seemed to be comfortable. This did however have a downside which I hadn't considered, the lack of sex. The camera collected dust somewhere in the cupboard, and I was back in jeans again, and we had the usual 5 minute fuck once a month. I didn't even pretend to enjoy it. Our pantyhose sex had died some months ago. But that was all about to change, and how!

We got talked into having a German exchange student to stay with us. His name was Carl, a 6 foot boy with blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was 18 years old and spoke fairly good English. I was dreading his stay for the 4 weeks, but much to my surprise we got on well.

Barry was a great one for chess and cards he and Carl would play together. 

"God that's 4 games on the trot he's won."

"Oh what's up are we getting beat by the Germans again Barry," I giggled.

I winked at Carl, who just grinned and smirked.

"Perhaps he's letting me win?" Carl said.

I looked at Barry.

"You are not are you?" I asked.

"He needs some. Ah, incentive? Is that the right word?"

"Yes that's the right word Carl. So do you need some incentive?" I said smiling at Barry.

"Perhaps I could play for you Julie?" Carl suggested.

Barry and I exchanged shocked glances.

I had told Barry that I had overheard Carl tell one of his mates that he thought I was pretty. Barry and I laughed it off. But I couldn't believe Carl was suggesting playing for me in that way.

"Carl what do you mean?" I asked wanting conformation.

"Well we are going to see the film yes?"

"Yes," I replied looking at my husband still unsure what Carl meant.

"Well if I win we see the film you want, if Mr Gordon wins we see his film."

"Oh," I smiled with relief.

"So if you win you go with Julie alone?"

"That's not what he meant Barry," I said shocked.

My eyes narrowed at my husband. He saw my look and quickly averted his eyes.

"So what film do you want to watch Carl?" 

"I would like to see 'BLADE' if we could?"

"I don't like those types of films," Barry said.

"Well in that case you had better win, and ah, if you loose you'll be staying home," I said, showing Barry he couldn't beat me.

"No please Mr Gordon should come."

"No Carl Julie is right, if you win you two go alone. Is that OK with you dearest?"

I stared at Barry. God the amount of times he called me dearest I told him I hated being called that.

"I'll make a coffee," Barry said.

"Can I phone my mother before we start the next game?"

"Certainly Carl," I replied still staring at my husband as he went to the kitchen.

"OK what's your game?" I snapped in hushed tones.

Barry looked me in the eye.

"You know full well it's what you want. You're like a schoolgirl with a crush just because some German fancies you, some boy. I've seen him watching you cross your legs."

God was I taken a back!

"He's just teasing you Julie. I've seen the way he looks at you, and you've been lapping it up."

"Barry I'm shocked I don't know what to say, it, it's ridiculous."

He grabbed my hand and pressed it onto the front of his trousers. I couldn't believe his cock was hard. I just stared at him in shock. He soon realised I was upset with him.

"Sorry," He said looking worried, "Julie forget it, I just, well made a mistake, sorry."

"Forget it? How can I?" 

I stood facing him yanking my arm from his grasp. I looked deep into his eyes.

"No we'll play for what you said. Only if you don't win I'll take all your golf clubs to the second hand shop."

His face twisted with fear.

"But you wouldn't."

"And your mother's wedding ring goes to the pawn shop," I hissed.

"That's evil Julie, you, you can't," He moaned grabbing my arm again, "She gave that to me."

"Yeah well she never liked me. I bet she'd love to hear what her darling son wants me to do," I snapped.

"But my mum's wedding ring Julie how could you?"

"If you love me you'll do it."

This was always my last line when I wanted to get my own way. But I didn't expect to get away with it this time.

"You know I love you, but my mum's wedding ring?"

I just stared at him letting him know I wouldn't back down.

"I can't believe you get turned on at the thought of me seducing Carl. I didn't realise you were that sick. So that's the price you have to pay. You can always buy another set of golf clubs; I mean you've wanted to for the last year. And that rings only collecting dust somewhere; do you even know where it is Barry?"

He took a deep breath about to answer. Then his face dropped.

"God it's so precious to you and you haven't got a clue where it is."

"That's not the argument here," He finally squeaked.

"No but its true, anyway beat him and you don't need to worry."

I walked away leaving him more than a little shell shocked.

....................................

So you see just how cruel I can be, but on the other hand I make a damn good argument. Maybe I should have been a lawyer. I think I could have got 'Jack the ripper' off with a small fine.

I had reduced my husbands shock about his golf clubs being sold so that he thought he'd get a new set. Huh no way!

And as for his mummy's wedding ring that she could no longer get on her fat fingers. Well I pawned that two years ago. Of course the money wasn't wasted, I bought the new bathroom suite with it, and so every time I sat on the loo, I thought of my fat mother!

Oh I hope I haven't shocked you too much by the last few lines, besides I had gone through hell for my husband I'll tell you more about that later.

......................................

I sat down to watch them play.

"Just so you know Carl, if you win Barry won't be coming with us."

I smiled into the young Germans eyes. Maybe it was then he realised he was maybe playing for more than what film we would go to see. He certainly had lost the innocence in his smile that he usually showed, and I noted a quick glance to my crossed legs.

I must admit that as I watched them play, I was becoming drawn into the thought of Carl and me romping on the bed. Not that it would get that far but a girl can dream. 

I watched the way he seemed to be concentrating more this time. He wanted to win badly. I just sat in a trance; did he really want me to go with him, alone?

I watched as Barry won the game, the smug grin on his face annoyed me. Maybe he had let Carl win earlier. But what really struck me was the disappointment on Carl's face. I found myself feeling for him. I could feel myself blush, I was overwhelmed by the thought that Carl wanted to win so bad, that I had Goosebumps on the back of my neck.

"Don't you think it should be best of three?" I suggested.

I saw an awkward look between them then Carl sat back. It was like he was deliberately baiting Barry, making him decide. I decided to push my husband's little fantasy one last time. I stood up and put my arm around Carl's shoulder, and I pressed my hip lightly into his arm.

"Well does my champion get another chance?" I asked Barry.

His face was a picture as I just stood there. His eyes dropped to my wedding ring that rested on Carl's shoulder. He managed to blurt out a yes after clearing his throat.

"Set them up then," I purred.

I gripped Carl's shoulder stopping him from moving to start setting up the chess board. Barry's neck was flushed, so I knew what my close proximity to Carl was doing to my husband.

I tensed with shock as I felt Carl's hand lightly touch my calf. If I wasn't sure before now I definitely got the message. Carl was playing for more than a trip to the cinema!

I squeezed his shoulder a little hoping he would take this as a sign that I was happy with his touch. Oh he did all right!

His hand moved very slowly up my pantyhose encased leg. I swallowed as it travelled up under the hem of my knee length skirt. His hot fingers stopped at mid thigh, and he gently began to massage my trembling leg ever so slightly. I glanced at Barry, if he did know what was going on he didn't show it. I could hardily breathe, and everything seemed magnified, the clock ticking, the rise and fall of my breasts and the feel of those sweet fingers rubbing my nylon clad leg. I could have stayed there for days letting him caress my shaking leg. I swallowed hard as the last few pieces were put into place.

Gradually Carls hand descended back down my leg his light touch made me shudder.

I was just so lucky that I hadn't worn jeans. I wanted to tease my husband, we hadn't had sex for ages and I thought my nylon clad legs would get him going again. I didn't expect Carl to be having a feel! My fanny was dripping like a tap and all because of an 18 year old German student had been stroking the back of my thigh, right in front of my husband!

I went to the kitchen for a few minutes to calm myself down.

"God you stupid bitch," I told myself in hushed tones.

I lit a cigarette and giggled because I had to use two hands to light the bloody thing.

My mind was in turmoil with my actions, and the way Carl had touched me.

God did Carl really want me enough to risk touching me in front of my husband?

Finally I stubbed out the fag snatching my hand away as I burnt my finger tip.

"Silly bloody cow," I cursed at myself.

My panties were sticky and wet against my pussy. Usually I didn't like this feeling, but as I walked back into the dinning room I caught Carl smiling at me. It was a dirty grin and quite brief as he went back to concentrating on his game. But it was enough to cause my fanny to leak even more!

I was sure Barry didn't have a clue that Carl had felt me up. God my soaked cunt was making me squirm for some attention. I was also aware of the faint aroma between my legs. 

I was nick named 'fishy' by my first boyfriend when he dumped me. God that was cruel but I suppose right in a disgusting way.

I moved nearer the table part of me wanted Barry and Carl to notice. But part of me wanted to rush to the loo and sort myself out. 

I watched Barry lay down his King.

"One each," said a delighted Carl.

I just locked eyes with Barry.

"I need the loo," Barry announced.

I looked at Carl as the door closed behind my husband.

"Come here," He said softly.

I stood my ground. My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts. I shook my head slowly.

"Do you want me to win Julie?"

I just didn't know how to respond.

"I, I don't know," I whimpered faintly.

"It's up to you. You know that I expect you to wear your shortest skirt to the cinema?"

I panted feeling so very confused. He just sat there looking so bloody confident.

"We will sit in the back row, as soon as the lights go down my hands will be in your blouse and up your short skirt."

I swallowed as my mind played over his description. Fuck he was only 18 and he had me blushing and trembling like a schoolgirl. Huh, maybe Barry was right earlier after all!

"Do you want me to win?" He repeated.

I rubbed my sweating palm over the back of my neck.

"Carl, I, I..."

I didn't answer, I couldn't. Could I?

We both heard the loo flush.

"Well Julie?" Carl asked with a last leer at my legs.



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 03



"No!" I screeched just as the dinning room door opened.

I ran to the kitchen and hid. My mind raced as did my pulse. I couldn't go through with it. "You are a married woman get a grip," I told myself slowly.

Barry came in and announced he had won the last game. I heard Carl flush the loo up stairs.

"I didn't think you would want to watch that film anyway."

I pushed passed him angry with him, Carl, and myself.

I could hardily look at Carl over the next few days; thank god he was going home on Wednesday. Barry took him to London the Saturday before to watch a football match. But on Sunday I knew I would be alone with Carl as Barry was playing golf. Some stupid tournament thing down in Devon, and he would be away until late Sunday. 

It was 7.30 when Barry left me a cup of tea by the side of the bed just before he left. I made breakfast around 9 then called to Carl. God knows how I was going to spend the day with him. He had already told me he wasn't going to meet his friends that had come over from Germany with him. He came into the kitchen wearing the shorts he had slept in. I pulled my dressing gown a little tighter around myself; he noticed and smirked at me. I buttered some toast for him and as I put it on the table I glanced at his bare chest. He caught me looking and just smiled. As I walked past him he grabbed my wrist, not hard just in a firm manner. I should have pulled away I know but I didn't.

"I've bought you a gift for looking after me," he said without looking up.

"Oh?" I answered a little nervously.

"I've left it on your bed," he explained smiling into my eyes.

I felt a little awkward finally twisting my arm out of his grasp. He smirked then began eating his toast. He followed me up the stairs a few minutes later. I just stared at the black material that lay on the bed. I felt nervous as he closed behind me.

"Try it on for me Julie," he half whispered.

It was more of an order than a request. I turned to face him then realised just how close he was to me. I tried to look away from him, but he held me by the shoulders and just looked deep into my eyes.

"Carl," I said trying to protest.

"Shush," he whispered and then leant forward.

My heart was thumping as his soft lips kissed my brow. He just left me standing there like some kid. My mind raced with what he wanted. Several times I went to move but my legs just wouldn't work. I looked down at the black material on the bed. I heard him in the shower. Then a few minutes later he was on the landing smiling at me. His tanned body still with droplets of water and the towel tied around his waste. I couldn't help but glance at the bulge his cock made, it wasn't hard but it pushed the towel out.

"Do you need to be directed?"

"Directed?" I replied not understanding what he meant.

"Get dressed," he insisted.

I still didn't move.

"Dress now and put on make-up."

The force of his tone made me jump a little. He finally smiled and went to his room as he saw me pull the cord on my dressing gown. This was new to me, how could he control me? I was always the dominant one, and yet here I was letting a young boy take over my every move, my every decision. God was I going to give up my mind and body so easily? I knew I was mentally stronger than most men I had contact with. But this was so alien to me, but at the same time so exciting.

An hour later I stood looking at my reflection, I was almost in disbelief with what I saw. I had put everything I thought he, Carl, would like. I wore my green court shoes with the 3 inch stiletto heels, barely black tights, and a tight green and black lacy top with a deep round neckline that showed off a large amount of braless breasts. But the skirt, the skirt that Carl had bought for me. It was only 11inches from the waist to hem, and the material felt so lightweight like I was barely wearing anything. It sort of flared from the hips, and as I turned this way and that the hem danced around my legs. It was almost like a delayed reaction of a second or so, and it took ages to stop moving. I walked to the door and looked back at the mirror. The skirt was still flicking around my nylon clad thighs. I took a deep breath asking myself if what I was doing was what I really wanted. Carl was waiting downstairs for me. He would know that under my top my tits would be braless, as they would surely bounce with every step I took. I hadn't put any panties on under my skirt, so all that guarded my fanny would be the thin material of my barely black tights. If Carl just put his hand up my skirt like he did when he played cards the other night. I closed my eyes just the sensation of his hungry fingers gliding over my tights made me whimper.

I walked into the lounge. Carl smiled at my nervousness; he had finally won his prize, my submission! His eyes watched my firm tits bounce lightly.

"Come here," he ordered.

I felt scared stiff but already my fanny was dripping with anticipation. I walked slowly to him as his eyes ran over my body. I tried a nervous smile hoping he would tell me things were OK, or ease my anxiety in some other way. But he didn't, he just looked at the nervous wreck of a woman that stood before him. He was revelling in the power he had over me. This18 year old held some sort of magic spell over me. Was he going to crush me by telling me I was a stupid and too old for him, or was he going to ravish me like I dreamed he would? He stood facing me. My legs were shaking and I was close to tears because of my emotional state.

"Oh Carl," I said with a whimper.

He waited just holding my eyes. Then it happened, he grabbed me forcing his lips on me. I responded in an instant. My hands roamed feverishly all over his body. I felt clumsy and awkward as I let out a little pathetic gasp. I wanted to touch him all over, as soon as my hands left his shoulders they wanted to be back on them, but I had to explore the rest of his fit body. If only god had blessed me with a thousand hands I could hold all of him at once, but would this overload my sense? I'd probably cum in my tights unable to stop. God that tongue, his tongue, my tongue, they were both in my head. I hadn't been kissed like for ages, not since before I married Barry huh that fool! If he only knew what he had started? Carl was controlled in his groping, me I just went for it like a condemned woman. Christ his body was hot. His tongue danced around my mouth like it belonged there. I sucked it back in every time I thought he would withdraw. Eventually he had to force me away. We both gasped for air. In a few breaths I was ready to lunge again but he stopped me. He just grabbed my tits and held me back by them. He just mauled them as he looked deep into my eyes, and I just stood there letting him like some thick teenager! He was measuring me, my reaction, he didn't have long to wait until he found out just how weak my will power was.

"Carl don't tease me, please don't," I said almost stamping my foot in frustration. 

God I was having a tantrum like a 5 year old who was not allowed her favourite toy. He just grabbed me by the waist and pulled me tight to him. I felt his hand up my skirt his fingers tickled at my fanny lips causing me to groan loudly. They began slipping into my pussy pushing the thin material of my tights in too. God was that hot feeling his fingers pushing the nylon right into my fanny. I whimpered again, closing my eyes to concentrate on the feel of his fingers working the nylon into my cunt. He pushed me up right away from him several times until I got the message. I stood there while he fingered my soaked cunt. He said something in German.

"What?" I moaned through my panting.

"Stand still," he spat.

How the fucking hell could I! My legs quivered. I tried to reach for him but he just pushed me back. I moaned and groaned as I stood there, our only contact being his fingers under my skirt, rubbing my sodden fanny to a mind shattering orgasm!

"Oh Carl," I moaned as I came and came.

He pulled my still shaking body to my knees then pushed me onto my back. His mouth once again covered mine as he ripped my tights open.

"Oh yes! Fuck! Ouch!" I screamed.

His cock buried into me. Christ he was big, thick big I mean.

"Hurt?"

"Yeah," I panted, "You're stretching me."

He began giving it to me with deep thrust. Several times I cried out but each time he ignored me, he just kept fucking me hard. Soon the pain gave way to another orgasm. I shuddered clinging to his jerking body. I don't know what he was saying, something in German. But I could tell it was something crude. He kept up his frantic fucking and finally shot his load around 20 minutes later and around 4 feet away from where we had started!

We lay together panting and coming back down. He pulled out of me which caused me to wince. I gradually pulled myself together. I stood up my legs still shaking, and looked at him for the first time in a while. It was now I felt embarrassed and guilty.

"Are you OK Julie?"

I nodded not really sure if I was.

"Good."

He reached out for my hand, and then he started pulling me to the door. He was up 3 of the stairs before I pulled back a little. He looked at my expression then laughed.

"Surely you didn't think we had finished?" he asked surprised.

"Oh fucking hell!" I gasped under my breath.

He fucked me twice more in my bed and licked me to an amazing orgasm. After we slept for a while then had a shower together. He pushed me down and with the water cascading over our bodies I sucked his thick cock, and finally tossed him off over my breasts.

I lay back on the bed and slept until 3. I made dinner and we cuddle on the couch. I played with his cock noting how incredibly thick it was, slightly thicker than the cans of energy drink you can get. No wonder I had struggled to get it in my mouth.

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OK you lot, before you run off to see if you can get a can in your mouth, just remember I'm a woman OK? .............................

Anyway it's not something I really liked doing not with anyone. Well Barry anyway. I mean why the fuck should I? He'd just pop his load too quick and besides I never really liked the way he tasted. So there I was slurping over Carl's cock, when I suddenly realise he's gone and put his hand on my head.

"Mph," I groaned trying to pull up but he just increased the pressure on my head.

Then to my horror I noticed a pair of trouser legs stood in the lounge doorway. My eyes roll up and Barry is looking down at me, with an expression like he'd been shot up the ass with an elephant gun. I just kept still with Carl's cock blocking my mouth up. Not that I could move because Carl is still gripping my head.

"Why don't you sit down and watch?"

Now this is an 18 year old telling my husband to sit in the chair, while his wife has got a mouth of young German cock! Oh did I mention I was naked? Well I don't suppose that makes too much difference.

"Finish me," Carl whispered.

Well I couldn't believe that. So I keep perfectly still waiting for Barry to blow his top, or haul me off Carl's dick. Then out of the corner of my eye I notice my husband move slowly, and then his knees bend and he sits in the chair. Remember I've still got this thick German cock wedged in my mouth so I can't speak, not that I would know what to say. Then there is a little shove on my head which causes me to gag. I closed my eyes and then start to suck him, all the time waiting for my husband to jump in and stop me. Before I know it Carl starts grunting. I tried to pull off but he just holds me down, and his cock starts spewing out cum into my mouth. I swallow and choke then swallow some more, making rather un-lady-like gurgling noises. At this point I'm sure it's not only Carl that I hear groaning.

Got him I think to myself, my husband that is. Well I've already started to formulate a plan to ease my guilt and possibly get me off the hook. Finally Carl lets my head up and my jaw feels like its locked open. I turned round slowly to see my old man tugging his cock. Now I must have looked a right vision, cum dribbling down my chin and the sides of my mouth. Barry just stared at me, Carl's cum all over my mouth fuelling his excitement. As I turn to get up Carl grabs me by the arms twisting me back to him. Then to really add to my amazement Barry starts fiddling with his cock near my cunt. He shoves himself into me and starts to fuck me from behind. If I'm honest I can't really feel it but he's grabbing my hips and doing his best. I glanced up at Carl who just smirks down at my spunk stained face. Not long into my husband's excitement he starts mumbling about coming. Then he pulls off. Carl gets up and disappears out the front door. Leaving me to explain to Barry, or so he thinks!

"Enjoy yourself did you?" I snapped as I reached for the tissues to wipe Carl's cum from my face.

"Well it looks like you did."

"Oh is that what you think? Didn't it occur to you that he was forcing himself on me?"

"What?" Barry groaned.

I could see his mind working overtime. He was aware now that he had probably made a very big error in judgment.

"But you are naked?"

"Well fuck me am I?"

"You don't need to be sarcastic," he snapped.

"Did you plan this with him, did you Barry? Did you tell him I was gagging for a good fucking?"

"No don't be so stupid."

"How dare call me stupid!" I yelled throwing the box of tissues at him.

"Well you didn't say anything?"

"Oh and just how the hell am I supposed to say anything? I had a fucking cock in my mouth!"

"But, I, well you looked like you, um, were."

"Enjoying it? God! So when did I ever suck you off?"

"Well, once or twice."

"Fucking hell! You're unbelievable, Barry he was forcing me," I screeched looking daggers at him.

"But did he, did you and he, fuck?" Barry asked timidly.

It was a cup that flash passed his ear this time.

"You bastard! I've just told you he raped my mouth, and now you want to know if he fucked me. God you sat there pulling your pencil dick while he forced me to give him a fucking blow job. If I ever find out you were behind this, well let's just say you'll find out what it's like to shit in your own nest!"

We were silent for a while.

"So what do you want to do report him to the police?"

"Don't be fucking stupid! He'll say we planned this, I mean just imagine it, him telling the police I was gobbling him off, and then you just happened to turn up and slip your dick into me as you tried to fight him off!"

I let him think of that for a while. I picked up my dressing gown and slipped it on. I crawled on the floor to Barry pulling my dressing gown around me.

"Look maybe it is my fault as much as yours. Oh baby I think I cut you're ear," I said retrieving the tissue box and dabbing at a spot of blood.

He looked puzzled at me.

"I mean you had this fantasy about Carl and me. But you saw him holding my head down didn't you?"

"But how did this happen, I mean you are naked?"

"No don't say a word yet honey. Sorry I threw that cup at you, I liked that set your mum gave us it was sweet of her. No Barry I know you got all excited when you saw me giving him a blow job. But you know I don't like doing it don't you honey?"

"Well yeah of course I know."

"Then why didn't you stop him honey? Surely you could see his hand holding me?"

"Well he did have his hand on the top of your head."

"See so you saw him holding me down, and obviously I couldn't speak."

"Well maybe a sign or something?"

"Sorry Barry I'm a little rusty on what the international sign is to 'hey husband this mans making me give him a blow job'. Then of course by this time you had your dick out, and every woman knows a hard dick means men can't think straight."

"Julie I, I'm speechless," he gasped in shock.

"I'll forgive you, it'll take sometime but I'm your wife, and I'm sure deep down you know I could never be unfaithful, well only in our fantasies," I said, and somehow forced a tear to roll down my cheek.

"Sorry Julie, I'm really sorry."

I cuddled him to my breast which I had exposed slightly. 

"Well it'll take a little time but maybe I can forgive you Barry, I mean I'm not a hard nosed bitch am I?"

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Well did I manage to get myself off the hook?
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Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 04



I had convinced Barry that I could handle Carl. It took him a little time but he eventually agreed. I told him I would phone mum and get her to come over so I wasn't alone with him. Barry was up and ready for work, he stood over the bed looking down at me.

"Are you sure, I mean I can take the day off?"

"No besides if they are handing out redundancies you shouldn't give them an excuse to pick you."

"Well OK, but I'm still not happy about you being left alone with him and what will you tell your mother?"

"I'll tell her I feel sick, anyway he's out all day today. Now just go to work."

I watched him go to the bedroom door.

"Barry you made a mistake yesterday, just remember that."

"Julie I'm sorry, I..."

"It's too late now, and like I said you must take the blame. Now go to work I've enough to worry about."

I smiled as I heard the front shut. I had reduced Barry to the point of tears. I now had him convinced he should have stopped Carl last night.

I smiled as I stood naked in front of Carl with a breakfast tray.

"Come to my room when you are ready."

He grinned back. We lay cuddling after another session of great sex. He had licked me to an orgasm, and I had come twice on his cock before he finally shot his load. I felt satisfied and was content just to lay with him.

"I can't believe you convinced him it was his fault," Carl said with a grin.

I kissed his naked chest. "Well I always know what to say and do. Now just remember how to act when he gets home."

He nodded. "Worried and scared?"

"That's right but don't over do it OK?"

He nodded.

"God I'm going to miss you when you go back to Germany," I stated with a sigh.

"Maybe you should take some photos of me."

"No the sex I mean. I have the memories but they will soon fade."

I grinned and kissed him. I then dragged my red painted fingernails lightly across his chest, and then watched the white trails they had left quickly return to the golden brown colour of his skin.

"I could always video us doing it."

"You have a video camera?"

I got out of bed and started rummaging around the wardrobe.

"It must be here somewhere."

"Julie should we be doing this? What if Mr Gordon finds it?"

"He won't," I replied confidently.

I pulled the camera out inspecting it.

"It looks OK."

"No we cannot do this."

"Oh Carl don't be so lame you sound like Barry. I mean look I even shaved my pussy for you this morning. Please, do this for me?" I said in my cute little girl voice.

"You'll have to tie me up first," he said with a laugh.

God my fanny started leaking at the thought of him spread-eagle on the bed at my mercy!

"OK it's a deal," I purred.

"What?" He answered looking a little shocked.

"I mean I made a sacrifice for you, I shaved my pussy, and I've got to keep that a secret from my husband."

I sat on the bed and let my hand stroke across his limp cock.

"Go on it'll be fun, please Carl darling, please, for me?"

I slipped my mouth over his nipple and sucked gently.

"OK, OK," he said finally. 

"Um, you like the idea more than you admit judging by that," I said pointing at his cock.

Then I saw it in his face. Good my fanny was really gushing now at the thought of my German stud tied helpless before me.

"So that appeals to you does it Carl?"

He didn't answer, well apart from a jerk in his cock.

"You have to be, convincing," he mumbled.

I saw the serious look in his eyes.

"Oh just how convincing? Don't you think I can?"

"No."

God he was pushing me. I liked a challenge so I wasn't going to back down from this.

"OK let's just see," I said with a grin.

So there he was tied to the bed. Arms and legs spread-out. I gagged him in spite of his protests, and then put a blindfold on him too.

"Oh Carl you look so helpless, and so gorgeous."

I bent down and kissed the tip of his cock. He jerked. I found some black hold-up stockings and a pair of black court shoes. Then I put on the wonderful mini skirt he had bought me. I went topless for this on purpose. The sight of Carl tied on the bed really turned on, but even so something was missing. His cock was hard it just didn't look right. I wanted him to appear like he had been forced. I slapped his cock. He jumped with surprise and the gag muffled a cry. I slapped it again.

"You know you really are stupid. Just wait until Barry sees this. It's all part of our game Carl. He'll be home in an hour so we've time for a little fun before he gets here."

I slapped his cock again. He tensed his body. His cock was fast losing its erection. I moved close to his ear.

"He likes you Carl, if you know what I mean?" I whispered.

He struggled harder.

"Oh suddenly dawned on you has it? Well I have just about had my fun with you now it's my husbands turn."

God knows where I was getting these thoughts from. I hated to think my husband was gay. But my words had the desired effect on Carl. He was panting into the gag.

"I told Barry how wonderful you are. He can't wait to try you for himself, and I bet that nice firm ass has never had a cock thrust into it."

God was he scared now! He mumbled and swore into the gag. I picked up his limp cock; he tensed as I did so I suspect fearing another slap.

"So I've got about an hour with you first. You belong to me for that length of time until my husband takes over!" I hissed.

Again he renewed his struggle.

"Oh don't worry Carl he'll lube you first. Hey maybe you should wear my stockings for him the last boy did. He did look cute with my silky underwear on and Barry's cum dripping from his mouth and ass."

I switched on the camera. The first image it would produce was a naked boy tied to a bed, and struggling to get free!

"Just relax Carl, you belong to me now. Oh I know you don't want sex but just try and enjoy it."

I crawled on the bed and began to kiss his cock. He struggled a little but my tongue soon had him responding.

"Oh that's better darling. You know Barry will want you for the remainder of your stay. I'm sure the sore feeling won't last beyond a week or two."

I moved up and squashed his cock between my tits and gradually began to rub myself up and down his stiffening member. He lay there struggling to get free from the nylons I had used to secure him to the bed. Maybe he had something on his mind? Still his cock was getting harder and I couldn't wait any longer. I straddled his dick holding it and rubbing it along my moist cunt lips.

I leaned forward and began to whisper, "Now fuck me Carl before my husband comes home and wants his turn. You know he really gets pissed off with Germany beating England at football all the time, I hope he doesn't take it out too much on your sweet ass." 

He bucked hard nearly throwing me off the bed.

"Don't be silly darling you are going to fuck me whether you like it or not!" I yelled.

I pushed myself down on his cock. He tried again to throw me off but I had him now deep in my cunt. I moved close to his ear. I could see the sweat building up on his brow. He was still pulling hard to get free.

"Carl fuck me baby," I cooed in his ear, "Come on it's me Julie. I made all that up about Barry. Carl you do realise that don't you?"

I pulled the blindfold off his eyes and smiled at him.

"Had you worried though didn't I?"

I undid the knot of his gag. He gasped for air. Then spat some swear word in German.

"I hope that was a compliment?" I teased.

The relief on his face was a picture. He smiled up at me and began ramming himself into me. I groaned with shock at his forcefulness.

"You told me to be convincing, I guess I was," I said with a self-satisfied grin. He gritted his teeth and jabbed hard into my cunt.

"Oh baby I'm going to have to wind you up more often," I said with a laugh.

I bounced up and down on his thick hard dick. In no time I was shuddering to a most incredible orgasm. I moaned and whimpered as my juice ran like a river. Carl followed a few minutes later, grunting, and again using some German words that he hissed out. I collapsed on top of him kissing his sweaty cheeks as he panted and gasped fresh air into his lungs. I untied him and we cuddled for a while. I lay on my back and Carl began kissing my bare breasts. I lay in a dream world enjoying every tender touch. Then he moved down my belly and flipped my skirt up. He began lightly flicking my clit. I squirmed unable to take his feathery touch.

"Julie you clit sticks out."

God how fucking unromantic I thought.

"Don't," I said knowing full well what he meant.

"No, it's sexy."

I felt quite embarrassed until his lips closed around it and he flicked it with his tongue making me squirm again.

"Oh Jesus how many is that?" I winced spreading my legs further apart.

"Three," he said his voiced muffled by my cunt.

"Oh! Shit!" I groaned again.

His three fingers worked in and out of me exploring my stretched fanny. I could hear the slurping noises which sounded quite gross. He moved up the bed and I felt his lips clamp on my big hard nipples as he worked my pussy with his fingers.

"Oh Carl," I moaned dreamily.

I felt him move again. 

"No wait. Make me come first," I groaned.

He paid no attention and his cock replaced his fingers. 

"No you are a bitch after what you said to me."

"Am I?" I groaned.

"I'm going to tell all of my friends about you English whore!"

I clung to him.

"Tell me more?" I asked enjoying his filthy words.

"Maybe I should tie you up, and get all my friends here. 16 of us would spend the whole night fucking you."

"Christ baby," I exclaimed gasping.

He hooked his arms under my knees pulling my stocking clad legs up over his shoulders.

"We will draw on you, 'ENGLISH SCRUBBER' on your tits," He spat grabbing my breasts.

"What else would you write?" I moaned.

"On your belly would be, 'RESERVED FOR GERMAN COCK', with an arrow pointing to your cunt, and we shall leave you tied up for your husband to find."

"OH!" I screamed as I shuddered hard.

He began grunting and we both climaxed together. We lay in silence slowly letting our spent bodies recover.

20 minutes later I dragged my weary body and my poor sore cunt to the bathroom. Carl slept as I went for a shower. When I came back he was awake and looking into the camera.

"Wow! This is hot stuff Julie."

"God switch it off, I can't keep that really you know," I said as I brushed my hair out.

"Why not, it's quite good. You really had me fooled too."

I snatched the camera off him.

"Come on we've got some shopping to do," I said.

I don't quite know how I managed to keep my hands off of Carl. Good he looked so bloody sexy. And the way he called me Mrs Gordon when we went into the shops, he put a real sexy edge to it that had me dripping. We stood in the queue waiting to pay, he was close behind me and I felt a hand on my backside. I just froze. There he was feeling my ass in a bloody shop! Holly shit was I melting, well my poor shaved pussy was.

"I want to fuck you," he whispered into my ear.

I moved forward his words echoing in my mind. I snapped out of it as I put my things on the counter. This silly girl in her teens started making eyes at him as she scanned my goods. 

"Hello," she said with a grin at Carl.

"Hi," he responded with his thick German accent.

"Oh are you foreign?" she asked with a stupid flick of her hair.

"No he's a fucking pelican," I mumbled under my breath.

"Sorry madam?" she asked still grinning at Carl.

"German," he announced proudly.

"Oh nice," she replied with a bimbo giggle.

I handed her the money and had to slap it into her hand to get her attention.

"You here long?"

I picked up the bags.

"No he is not, oh and by the way."

I waggled my finger under my nose. She gave me that thick, 'I don't understand' look. I leaned forward raising my eyes to the heavens and sighing.

"Wipe your nose," I whispered.

"Oh!" She gasped and frantically pulled a tissue out of her sleeve.

Poor thing went bright red. 

"That was not nice Julie, she had nothing there," Carl said as we went out into the street.

"So? Would you rather I said hands off girly?" I said with a sly grin.

We got into the elevator.

"You are jealous of me Julie," he stated.

As the doors closed I dropped my bags.

"Fucking right I am," I hissed.

I lunged at him taking him by surprise. I grabbed his hand and shoved it up my skirt and sunk my lips onto his as the elevator started moving.

"You're so wet," he said with a mouthful of my tongue.

"Then take my home and do something about it," I moaned and then forced my tongue hard into his mouth.

We barely pulled ourselves apart as the lift doors opened on the third floor of the parking lot. I looked up to the voice that spoke as I finished straightening my skirt.

"Hello Julie."

God her smile was so bloody sickly.

"Jenny," I replied.

"And Carl too, how nice."

I watched her eyes drop to his groin. Her eyebrows rose.

"Been doing a Liz then?"

"What? Carl go to the car and wait for me," I snapped.

I watched her eyes devour Carl as he passed her.

"I don't blame you he's better than my student."

God did I want to wipe that fucking grin off her face.

"Jenny what are you implying?" Shit I wished I never asked that.

"Well Liz poor cow couldn't resist that Spanish boy. You must remember? It caused quite a stir lost her husband over it. Not to mention the court case the boy's parents brought."

"Carl and I have done nothing Jenny," I said trying to sound convincing.

"No? Then why has he got your lippy on his face?"

"I have to go."

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone."

Yeah right you gossiping bitch I thought.

"Now are we still on for Saturday night?" She asked.

Hell I wanted to slap her smug grin into orbit.

"Yes, now I must go," I said annoyed.

"Yes just time for a quick one before hubby gets home," she said with a chuckle.

"God!" I snapped through gritted teeth as I heard the lift descend.

I jumped into the car still angry.

"She saw didn't she?"

"Wipe your face," I snapped.

Barry took the next day off so I never got another fuck out of Carl. I tried everything to get him alone but Barry insisted he would stay around. Besides I was getting a little worried just in case 'big mouth' spread it around and Barry got to hear. Even so my poor cunt was aching for my hot German lover. Then the day Carl went home to Germany I actually cried! Maybe if things were different. Like he lived in England, and was maybe 20 years old then I could have carried on seeing him. Maybe we could have had a future together? No I had married Barry, I mean he had money OK, but he wasn't 'Captain Fantastic' but hell at least I could control him, and he would do anything for me. I laughed at the thought of him moving into the spare room while I shared a bed with Carl! Then I could have everything, great sex, and money. That was if my husband could keep his fucking job!

So there I was out with Barry the following Saturday night. We would go out with Jenny and her husband Greg from time to time. I smiled and got through it quite well although Jenny would make her little stupid remarks.

"Missing someone?" She asked.

And later on when she was a little drunk her comments kept coming as soon as we were alone. Lin and her husband had joined us by then. I was in the toilet touching up my make-up and there stood Jenny and Lin.

"Ah is that the same lippy you left all over Carl?" Lin asked.

"Christ Jenny!" I snapped.

"Oh I didn't tell Lin she already knew. She asked me if it was true."

"What?" I said in disbelief.

"I speak German," Lin said. "The day before they left my student, Carl, and a few others were discussing you. Now my German is a little rusty so I didn't bother to tell George our student I could speak it."

They both stood there like a couple of grinning twats.

"Well the things he was telling them," Lin said with a wink.

"I don't believe you," I snapped picking up my bag.

"He said he had you hooked, and he made you shave yourself," Lin said grinning.

"Did you shave it?" Jenny asked.

"Fuck off!" I yelled.

"Oh don't be silly Julie, we probably would have done the same with that hunk," Jenny added.

I clung to the sink feeling the tears start to flow.

"Oh don't feel bad. I mean we never would have guessed I mean you are a bit of a snob."

I shook my head at Lin's comment.

"Come on dry your eyes," Jenny said as she rubbed my back.

"Do Greg and Mike know?"

Then I thought I didn't need an answer, they had both been eyeing me up a little more than usual.

"Look we had better get back before they miss us," Lin said.

The door swung open and Lin walked out into the noise from the club.

"Julie we all would be flattered if some 18 year old came onto us. But now you have had a taste make up your mind what you want."

I looked at her not understanding what the fuck she was trying to say.

"I've told Greg not to fix your washing machine."

"My washing machine I don't...Oh," I said straightening myself up.

"I know he fancies you. Mind you he would never touch, so I'm just removing the temptation."

"Jenny I don't believe you if you really think I would go with Greg?"

She looked at me really straight.

"I mean it Julie. Stay away from him. Or everyone will know what a slut you are."

I clenched my fist in rage as she walked out the door.

"I'm not a slut, you cow!" I called through gritted teeth keeping my voice low, "I'm not a SLUT!" I snapped.



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 05



No matter what I had been told about Carl telling his friends I still forgave him. Besides who could blame him telling his mates about how sexy I was! I watched the video from time to time never failing to bring myself off. The only trouble was it was on the same video as a pantyhose rape that Barry and I had made up, the one in which he came too quickly and I ended up giving him a right mouthful afterwards. So I had to keep it away from my husband. I told him I had taped over it by accident and said we could make another. We never did. I had never been unfaithful apart from Carl. Oh and once before with four men in a gang bang situation. But that was for my husbands benefit so that wasn't really being unfaith. Well I don't think so. OK I had better explain. 

Well Barry was out of work for a time and it really pissed me off., especially the day when Jenny and Lin were having coffee with me when our car was taken away. I mean how fucking embarrassing for me, having to witness our smart 4 year old BMW being repossessed. I could barely hide the tears as they hauled it onto the tow truck. Shortly after my car disappeared so did my friends. I stood against the inside of the closed front door; Jenny and Lin were out on the pavement waiting for a taxi.

"Quick give me your mobile phone I can't wait to tell everyone little miss snobby has had her precious car taken away," Jenny sniggered.

"Yeah stuck up cow, well Mr wonderful isn't so wonderful now," Lin added.

God was I livid with my husband for losing his job. If that wasn't bad enough Jenny came round 2 months later, and bragged about Greg's promotion. I stood there trying not to boil over. Then she mentioned they were thinking of getting a new car.

"Yeah we really liked that BMW you had, we were thinking of something similar, but new of course."

"Oh really," I said, "how nice."

I stared down at the back of her head as she sipped her coffee. I smiled wanting to fill her fucking smug face in with the frying pan I was gripping the shit out of!

So enough was enough, well I liked our little games to see how we could out do each other. Well only when I was 'Queen Bee' naturally. So I set my plan into action.

There I was making eyes across the table at my ex-boyfriend. I had dumped him for Barry years ago. The main reason being Barry had money and Jason didn't. Oh Jason did have a fit body and went to the gym to enhance his muscular frame, and he was a real handsome hunk, oh and a master in the bedroom with a cock that could last as long as an Andrew Lloyd Weber musical. 

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Look I know you might think I'm a money grabbing bitch. But I'm not, I could probably have waited the 5 years for Jason to get his act together, but he showed no bloody sign of it. ..........................................

So there he was sat behind his desk, dripping in expensive jewellery, and a very expensive suit.

"Oh Jason please you know he's a good worker. He can do that sales job you must admit he can?"

"Yeah but I've got people to interview."

"Christ Jason I'm only asking you to give him a chance. Please, for me?"

God he was enjoying this too much. 

"Give me a blow job," he said out of the blue.

"What!"

"If you really want him to get the job suck me off."

"And Barry gets the Job?"

"I want a blow job now and you naked back here at 7.30 tonight."

I choked and gagged as he filled my mouth. I tried my best not to swallow any but he tickled my neck.

"Poor Julie you've lost your touch, you always used to be good at that."

I ignored his comments and he let me up handing me some tissues.

"Remember 7.30, and naked."

I couldn't believe what I had just done. Well it was pointless not going back now I told myself.

At 7.30 I knocked on his office door.

"Come in Julie," I heard Jason answer.

I dropped my coat and walked in naked apart from my high heels. The door slammed behind me, and I spun round.

"This is Steve, Vince, and Al, they will be working with your husband, so I thought they had better get to know you too."

I gulped as three sets of eyes feasted on my naked body. Before I could say anything I was pushed over the desk. Jason grabbed me and his cock slammed into my pussy. I bit my lip as he fucked me hard, finally spewing the contents of his balls up my stretched fanny.

"Well I must be going I'm taking my wife out for a special dinner," he said wiping his cock on my thigh.

Arrogant bastard I thought.

"Oh ah, careful guys she's not as good as she used to be, I reckon hubby is on the small side."

He stood there watching for a while with an amused grin on his face.

"Oh!" I cried as a cock pushed into me.

Steve was fucking me hard and fast, as a cock was pressed to my lips. I looked up to see its owner Al smiling down at me, he pushed it into my mouth.

"I bet your old man would love to see this, what do you think Julie?" He grunted as he pushed himself further into my mouth.

He unloaded a few minutes later. I coughed and choked spitting out what I could. Jason came up to me, as Steve was still hammering away.

"God Julie, how's your friend Jenny? She was always a better fuck than you," he said watching for my reaction.

"Shit you didn't!" I screamed. 

"Every chance we got. Surely you must have noticed the strange taste on my dick when you sucked me off now and then?"

"You bastard!"

The men were laughing now. 

"Jenny loved to know you were sucking me off moments after we fucked."

I started a torrent of abuse until Vince slipped his dick into my mouth muffling my words. I could hear Jason laughing out in the hall until it faded away and all I could hear was the excited grunts of the 3 men fucking me. They finally finished with me an hour later. My cunt ached and my mouth was sore. They took me to the bathroom and I cleaned myself up. They just stood there talking about going to the pub.

"Hurry up we are wasting valuable drinking time here," Al snapped.

Then they all laughed like schoolboys as I mumbled under my breath. I was bundled into the elevator and pinned against the side. I tried to fend off the six hands that groped at me but I was fighting a losing battle. They just laughed as they tormented my nipples, and pulled fanny lips until we reached the ground level.

So Barry got the job, and I managed to drag my keys down Jason's car a few weeks later! 4 months later we went to the Christmas do. Now the three apes who had fucked me in Jason's office were winking and smiling at me. I just ignored them until later when they started to touch me up. One of them would take Barry off talking about work or something equally as boring, leaving the other two squeezing my ass and tits, and telling me how they couldn't wait to have me again! By the end of the night Barry was totally out of it. Somehow the four of us managed to get him home. So there I was hubby tucked up in bed, and trying to shove a drunk Al, Steve, and Vince out the door. No chance! The bastards ripped off my new cream trousers, and 3 hours later I staggered drunkenly to the loo. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I squinted once or twice at the swaying drunk until my eyes focused a little better. My make-up had been spread all over my face and that dry stuff on my chin? I puked into the sink realising what it was. God even my puke looked like spunk, well I suppose it was! I wiped my fanny god knows where it was all coming from, then I looked in the mirror again as I brushed a hand through my hair, I could feel a sticky wet patch. I looked at my hand. The last thing I seem to remember was being told to kneel on the floor. So there I was naked my cunt and mouth dripping with cum, and all three of them were tossing themselves off. They finally helped me to my feet and as I swayed in my drunken state I went to put my hand to my head.

"No don't do that darling; you'll spoil your surprise in the morning."

They all started that bloody stupid laughing again, and then they left.

So there I was at 3am washing the spunk out of my hair that they had deposited. Still it began to sober me up a bit, well enough to know that when I got into bed I put my arm in the sticky sick my snoring husband had left. God did I give him shit the next day. I made him throw out all the bedding, and go and buy a new mattress out of his golf club fund.

A few days later he came home from work and told me about the souvenir Steve had.

"Yeah he showed me this pair of white knickers with little red hearts on, he said he got them off some scrubber, she couldn't get enough of him he reckons, and she begged him for more."

An hour later I threw out the matching bra, and I never went to another works do after that.

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So you see I have had to put up with a lot to help my husband. I mean I got him the job didn't I?

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Two weeks after Carl went home I was happily fingering myself off to the video we made when the doorbell rings. Cursing under my breath I stopped the video and pulled my jeans up. I let mum and my stepfather in. Now I never knew my real dad. Mum wouldn't tell me who he was. When I was 4 she married Clive, now Clive is built like a brick shithouse not only that he is black. As I grew older into my teens I had friends who would stay the night. We would watch videos, sneak vodka into my big bedroom and chat about boys, that sort of thing. Several times much to my embarrassment Clive and mum were at it. I would cringe as my friends giggled listening to mum groaning as Clive pounded her. Mum's bedroom was down the other end of the hall so they must have thought we couldn't hear. I nearly died the day I heard my mum pant 'stick it up my ass darling'. Jenny, Hazel, and Annie screwed their faces up, and I was so furious I ran down the hall.

"Julie!" My mum shrieked grabbing the bed covers and pulling them over her naked body. My mouth dropped open as there he was in all his glory, my naked stepfather. His cock was stood straight up like a tent pole. It looked very long, and very thick, with veins that resembled electrical cable running all over it. Christ the thing was a beast! I pulled the door shut and wandered back to my bedroom in a trance.

"I, I've just seen it."

I sat on the bed staring into space.

"It was this big," I said vacantly demonstrating with my hands.

The girls gasped.

"And this fat," again I made a gesture with my hands.

The girls gasped louder.

"Christ and your mum wanted it up her bum; she must have a hell of a size asshole."

"Jenny!" I shrieked.

Gradually we settled down for the night, but all I could think about was Clive, well not Clive so much as his dick. Now up until that point I was quite embarrassed by mum marrying a black man. OK he is a doctor, but I mean in our town black families are rare. Kids at school often teased me about Clive, and when I was very young I would end up in floods of tears. But as I grew older I hardened to the cruel comments, eventually giving as good as I received. In the morning we went down to breakfast, and there he stood in just his trousers drinking milk out of the bottle, god that was gross. We all slid into the chairs around the breakfast table. I looked round wondering why it was so quiet. All three of my friends were glued to him, or rather his chest.

"Morning Girls," he said with an amused grin.

I looked at Annie who had just let out this silly 'oh you are wonderful' giggle as she couldn't take her smiling eyes off him. I kicked Jenny under the table when I saw her eyes staring at Clive's chest.

"Ouch!" She said with a jump.

He walked away with a smile.

"See you later girls," he said like some cool black James Bond.

"OK how long have you lot felt like this?" I hissed annoyed.

"Ages," Annie said still in a dream.

"Sorry Julie but when you described his thing last night, and anyway you were gob smacked by it," Jenny said.

"No, no I didn't mean like that! It was a shock, I don't..."

"Oh! Um sorry," Hazel said screwing her face up with embarrassment.

They all looked rather apologetically at me, but the damage had now been done. The thought of my friends fancying Clive would wind me up for the rest of my life. Later Clive came back into the kitchen and offered us a lift into town. I stood staring in disbelief, as my three friends pushed and shoved each other out of the way to get in the front seat of the car.

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Now I know what you are thinking. Nice little stepdaughter can't resist well hung black stepfather. WRONG! You see after that I'm sure Clive knew I had told my friends about his, well the size of it. He would tease me by asking when he was going to see my cute friends again. I would storm out of the room while he and mum would giggle. I mean really! Whenever one of them came round he'd tell them how nice they looked. God I was livid, and mum would just giggle and tell him to stop teasing me. OK she saw it as a Joke but I was bloody mad!

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But one day I found out something about him that I used against him. They went to a fancy dress do, and mum borrowed my old school uniform. That night when they came home drunk they were banging away, and I could hear him telling her how school uniforms turned him on. Now I never forgot that, and a few weeks after my 18th  mum went into hospital for some minor operation. I told Jason I couldn't meet him that night, but I told Clive I was going with Jason to a fancy dress party but didn't know what to wear. 

"Would your old school uniform fit you? Why don't you wear that?"

God this was easy. Two hours later I walked into the lounge wearing a black bra and panty set, a thin white blouse that couldn't hide my bra. And my old grey mini skirt with pleats all around. I wore mink coloured tights and my black high heeled court shoes. I had fixed my make-up real heavy, with loads of black eye shadow, and three coats of black mascara. My lips hung heavy with a deep red lipstick, and I wore my hair up in ponytail. I swayed a little pretending that I had drunk too much booze in my bedroom.

"Christ Julie you're drunk already?" Clive said glancing at my bra showing through my blouse.

"Well I get all dressed up, and that asshole phones, and then tells me he can't make it."

I slumped in the chair clutching my vodka and coke, making sure to let my little skirt flick up and give Clive a glimpse of my black panties underneath.

"Who Jason?" he asked.

"Christ how many boyfriends do you think I've got?" I snapped back.

I stared at the telly still pretending to be pissed off. Now my dear old stepfather couldn't keep his eyes off me. I watched his reflection in the smoke glass door of the video cabinet under the telly. His eyes would flick from the screen to my thighs. So just to add to the sight of his sexy stepdaughter, I crossed my legs rubbing the nylon together to make that sexy rasping sound.

"Well I don't know what to do now," I said with a slur.

"Well you've had enough to drink."

I looked straight at him and tipped the rest of my drink into my mouth. Clive just looked at me with disgust.

"Well he stood me up again," I snapped, "look at the effort I made; I mean if I was your girlfriend would you stand me up?" 

He didn't answer. I staggered to my feet and swayed right in front of him.

"Well Clive don't I look sex, sexy?" I said with a stutter and a forced hiccup.

He looked a little flustered but I wanted more of a reaction than that.

"I mean, look I've got great legs have, haven't I?"

"Yes," he mumbled licking his lips nervously.

"You don't know you didn't even look at them. Look, look at them!" I yelled forcing another pretend hiccup.

I watched is gaze as he looked slowly up my legs.

"Yes they are great legs," he said distantly.

"And this skirt, does it, does it still look good on me," I grabbed the hem waving it up and down.

As my head swayed my eyes saw a slight bulge in his trousers. His eyes were glued to my dancing hemline, or rather my panties underneath.

"Julie you ought to go to bed," he said gulping.

"I don't know if I can make it on my own," I stammered forcing another hiccup.

I slipped forward and twisted, ending up on his lap with my legs splayed over the arm of the chair. I cuddled him nuzzling my nose into his neck. I felt a tentative hand on my leg, it felt warm and comforting.

"Oh Jason stroke my leg, "I said in a drunken dreamy state.

I grabbed my hem and pulled it right up exposing my panties and tights to Clive. He just sat there with his drunken stepdaughter on his lap. I wriggled my ass onto his lap detecting a lump in his trousers. I heard him gulp, and then I felt his hand slowly travel up my leg. I knew he was probably at odds with himself. Could he finger his stepdaughter and get away with it? Could he look me in the eye the next day? Could he look his wife in the eye when she came home from hospital? I purred and his hand stopped moving up my leg. Then I pretended to settle again. His hand started moving lightly up over my knee and onto my thigh. He began flexing his fingers on my leg a little, making my tights slide across my smooth shaved thigh. I heard him swallow just as contact with my fanny was imminent. And I felt a light kiss on my forehead. I opened an eye seeing his hand poised; he clenched his fist and then opened it. I looked down at my long legs spread like Bambi, the sheen of my nylon clad legs held his gaze. The wait seemed to go on for ages. Slowly his hand moved towards the mound of my fanny which was hidden under my tights and panties.

"Ops sorry I must have passed out," I said struggling up before he touched me.

I slid off of him still pretending to be drunk, and not quite conscious of the state I was in. He coughed clearing his throat.

"God did you see my knickers?"

"N, No," he mumbled.

I ran my hand over my brow making out I was still drunk, and then bent down right in front of him to retrieve my handbag. I bet he nearly shot his load there and then with my ass just a few feet from his face.

"God you looked at my knickers then you pervert!" I snapped.

"Julie I...I didn't." 

"I'm going to bed. Just be thankful I don't tell mum," I snapped and stumbled to the door.

I lay in bed congratulating myself on a wonderful teasing display. An hour later I could hear him grunting in the bathroom tossing his cock off thinking of his sexy stepdaughter. The following day I slammed things around the house. He could hardly look me in the eye, when he did he got a frosty glare. Just before we left for the hospital to see mum he couldn't stand it any longer.

"Julie what happened last night, well um..."

I decided to put him out of his misery.

"You know why I'm pissed off with you don't you?"

He looked down. God was I enjoying this.

"You could have offered to take me to the party and pick me up; instead you let me fall asleep!"

He looked blankly at me for a while.

"I don't understand," he said slowly.

"When a girl gets herself all ready for a night out and her boyfriend cancels do you know how much that hurts?"

"Well you could have asked for a lift?"

"So I've got to beg now have I?" I snapped.

"No just ask. But you were drunk."

"That's just your excuse. You've always hated me."

"I haven't, that's not true," he protested.

"Huh!"

"Julie you passed out."

"Yeah well, how come you didn't put me to bed?" I narrowed my eyes.

He wiped his hand across his brow. I could see how exasperated he was.

"And why was my skirt right up?"

He looked very worried at my last statement. 

"It just landed like that."

I relaxed a little.

"OK perhaps it did. I suppose you were frightened to push it down in case I woke up?" I said giving him a lifeline.




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"Well yes, yes," he mumbled.

"OK well, I suppose that I can forget that you saw my knickers then."

He nodded.

We got into the car and drove to the hospital. We had to pass the new clothes shop.

"Stop!" I screeched.

"What?" He yelled slamming on the brakes.

"Shit! I said stop not throw me through the windscreen!"

"What? What did I nearly hit something?" he said confused.

"No I just wanted you to see the coat I like." 

He squinted at the shop window.

"At that price?" he said shocked.

"Go on Clive, its only £210. It's been reduced by 40 so just think of the money you'll save."

He sat back in the seat frowning trying to work out how I was saving him money. I just gazed out of the window.

"You know last night I can't be sure, but I felt something stroke my leg," I said looking back at the coat.

We got to the hospital 20 minutes later, a fact not lost on my mum.

"Sorry love we had to..."

"We got stuck in traffic," I said interrupting him before he dropped us both in it.

I slipped my hand through Clive's arm and gave mum a beaming smile.

"Well I'm glad to see you two are getting on," she said surprised.

"Yeah well we had a nice night at home didn't we dad?"

I couldn't work out who was more shocked mum or Clive. He just looked at me like I dropped off a spaceship.

"Well at last you two are making progress, and I'm glad," she said with a smile.

I sat on the bed and took a handful of her grapes.

"Anyway I thought you were going to a fancy dress party last night?"

"Na, all I had to wear was my old school uniform, and you can't be to careful with all the perverts around today, can you dad?"

He coughed and quickly changed the subject. But not before mum had a little titter to herself, obviously remembering Clive and her night of passion in my school uniform.

"What?" I asked pretending I didn't understand what she found so amusing.

"Nothing dear," my mum said with a grin a Clive.

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OK I know you lot out there wanted my stepfather to shag me senseless. But like I've told you before I know how to handle men. And the only point of this exercise was the coat. But hell I don't care how cute you can act parents don't part with money like that for just a smile do they? Well what do you want to hear? That I was sitting on his lap that night in my little school uniform and his hand actually made it into my tights? Or he knew my game all along, and pinned me down spearing me on his cock as I cried my eyes out? Or what if he dragged me down the red light district, and made me fuck all the tramps until I had learned my lesson? Look you already know how far I had gone for my husband some years later. God all I wanted was a coat! Although I did get a few other things from Clive off the back of my drunken night with him. Anyway he did get his revenge later on. But you will have to wait to read about that.

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Just one more detail about my feelings for Clive. Mum and I had a blazing row about him giving me away at my wedding. I eventually caved in but this set the tone for the next few years. My mother's final words were something like. Clive is your father; your real father wouldn't give a shit about you, and so on, and so on.

Anyway back to my story. Barry came home from work and we had tea then mum and Clive left. Now by this time I had forgotten about the video in the machine. Especially when Barry told me Jason was going to hand out redundancies next week. Now this tipped me over the edge. Barry being made redundant a second time was too much to take. Then he pointed out he had been there the shortest time. Fuck was I livid yet again. I spent an hour telling him if he lost this job I wouldn't be far behind. I mean he just sat there like a twat mumbling about how unlucky he was! Him! I was the unlucky one.

"Its not you that they will probably fire," he snapped.

OK I lost it here. I stood over him and told him how he got the job, the whole story of my evening with Jason and the others. Then I told him about the Christmas do. He just sat there shaking. 

"God you are a slut!" he spat.

My parting shot to him was perhaps I should have married Jason. Not many men would have taken that be he did. He looked so pitiful.

We didn't speak for ages. But I knew I had hurt him deeply, and felt for once in our marriage I should be the one to say sorry.

"I'm sorry I had to tell you that," I said finally.

I looked down at him.

"Julie do, do you want a divorce?" 

My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe what he had just said.



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I stared at Barry and felt quite surprised. After everything I had said, he was asking me if I wanted a divorce!

"Do you?" I asked softly.

He looked down at the floor as if contemplating his answer.

"No, I love you, and we have got a lovely home here. I don't want to lose you Julie."

He brushed away a tear. I moved between his parted legs and pulled his face to my belly. He felt hot even through my top. Then he started sobbing. I cradled his head and lightly began stroking his hair.

"Barry don't you ever call me a slut again," I said softly.

Later in bed I felt him cuddle into my back as I lay trying to predict when the numbers on the digital clock would change.

"Julie? Everything you said about Jason and the guys, was that the truth?"

I took a deep breath.

"Yes," was all I could say?

So life carried on and I made it up with Barry. It was hard going for a few days but he seemed determined to make a fresh start. He was still worried about losing his job, even after I had reassured him several times, that I wouldn't leave him if he did get the sack. 

So there I was washing up, and dreaming of what I could do with the redundancy money, when I was distracted by things outside. Now next door to us lived a widower Jack Green, a disgusting man in his 60's. He was always leering at me like dirty old men do. It seemed to amuse my husband who would spend time leaning on the fence talking to him. 

Green was having his 67th birthday barbecue with his family. Barry had asked me to get a card for him but it slipped my mind, well I had to get my hair done, and my favourite soap was on telly. I had seen his daughter and her husband leave earlier, and now it was just the old man and his 17 year old grandson left. God he was a little shit too, 'Thug boy' I called him. He and his little gang were always up to no good. Stealing from the local shops and picking on people. The police seemed to be unable to catch him. So I watched him get out of the garden chair, and he launches a half eaten burger over into my garden! Then I watched as he took a gulp of beer, he then giggled and reached over to my washing line, and then tips the can of beer into my panties leaving it there to drain through them. By the time I got outside to give him a mouthful he had left, no doubt to nick something or harass someone.

"Ah Mr Green, look what your grandson has done!" I snapped.

Before he had a chance to answer I explained the whole series of events. Green looked from my beer stained panties to the half eaten burger I was holding in my yellow rubber glove.

"You can have the burger," he said with a grin.

So he thinks it's funny! I narrowed my eyes.

"Well I'll take your knickers and wash them for you if you want?"

The thought of him handling my underwear made me shudder. He offered his hand to take the burger. I moved purposely to the fence, cursing my high heels for sinking into the soft turf and making me wobble and look stupid. Green just smirked as I stumbled and made a grab for the fence. I slapped the bun into his hand, and to my shock he took a bite!

"That has been in the dirt," I mumbled in disbelief.

"So? Why don't you take a bite?"

I screwed my face up. Just the thought of it made my stomach turn.

"See I've got something that belongs to you Julie," he said chewing noisily.

I watched his eyes drop to my tits, only this time he didn't try to hide it.

"Barry gave me a video about the war, only when I put it on, well; let's just say it was more exciting than I thought it would be."

I shook my head not sure what he was on about. Then gradually it sunk in. I remembered Barry saying something about taping a war program the day, before I had put the video of Carl in the player, and I had forgotten to remove it.

"You know you really looked like you were enjoying yourself," he said revelling in my horror.

Knowing he had probably watched the video from start to finish, and all the things that he would have seen me do made my blood run cold.

"Could I have it back. Please? I stammered. "You must be very frustrated. I mean the way you yelled at your poor husband."

"Mr Green that's my property, it belongs to me and I want it back," I said firmly.

"And that German student boy you tied to the bed," He added ignoring my demand.

"He was 18, and that was just a game," I said defending myself.

Green just grinned at me, or rather my tits.

"That's as maybe but I'm sure his parents and the police might like to see it. I mean you did force him."

"That was made up. I, I didn't really, and besides Carl was not under age," I gulped trying to defend myself further.

"Well I seem to remember some woman a few years ago getting herself into all sorts of trouble. You must remember Julie? Did she go to prison?"

"No!" I snapped.

"Well I just hope you are as lucky," he sniggered.

I was shaking with fear now. The thought of being dragged through the courts by Carl's angry parents was too much to take. Even if I did get off with it my reputation would be in shreds. Barry! What would he think when he saw the evidence?

"What do you want?" I asked finally dreading the answer.

"Well for a start maybe you would like a bite of this burger?" he whispered.

"But it's been in the dirt, and I, I don't like ketchup," I mumbled weakly.

I watched him raise the burger to his mouth and much to my horror he licked it.

"No ketchup now Julie," he said with a grin.

I moved forward eyeing the cold limp burger with grass on it.

"You'll give me the video?" I asked smelling the cold meat inches from my nose.

"Tomorrow you can come round and collect it," he replied.

I hesitated.

"I know your friends might like to see the tape, maybe your mum too?"

I opened my trembling lips, and closed my eyes. I winced as the cold meat and bun made contact with my mouth. I was trembling and feeling sick. Then I felt something move in my mouth. Before I could back away Green held onto the back of my head. One of his dirty, disgusting fingers was in my mouth. It wriggled around slowly.

"Don't bite yet Julie," he mumbled.

I stood still whimpering as his finger explored my mouth. 

"Oh that's it my pretty one," he groaned.

I twisted out of his grasp unable to take his words, or his horrid digit invading my mouth. I opened my eyes and they started to fill with tears.

"Please will you, give me the video, n, now?" I begged.

"Tomorrow I want you dressed in that short skirt, wearing tights which you seem to like, and with make-up nice and thick. Then when we have had some fun you will get the video back."

"Oh Jesus you're sick!" I shrieked.

"Maybe, But I didn't make a video forcing some poor student into a sex act he didn't want to happen."

"But he did!" I cried.

"Well not according to the tape Julie. Now if you are not at my house by 10 o'clock, I will be taking a little trip to the police station."

He began to move away.

"Mr Green!" I said calling him back.

He stopped and turned round. I closed my eyes dreading what I was going to say.

"You promise to give me the video?"

He nodded.

"That will be the only time, we have..." my voice tailed off.

"Julie I fought in the war for people like you. Lots of men, brave men, died. But the one thing we had back then was honour, and I am a man of my word. This will be the only time."

He walked away leaving me to trudge back into the house. I sat numb for most of the day. I cried from time to time, just hoping I could summon the courage to go through with it.

I could hardily sleep that night. Barry had been too wrapped up in his fears about redundancy to notice I was worrying about something else. I knew I had to get the video back, and I couldn't turn to anyone else for help. This was my problem, and as usual I would have to sort it out.

The following morning Barry brought me a cup of tea in bed.

"Well today's the day."

"What!" I shrieked, thinking he knew something.

He looked at me a little oddly.

"Don't worry love, I'm sure I'll find another job if it is me. Well I'm sure it will be. Julie?"

"S, Sorry yes well good luck."

I began to sob as the front door closed. This could be the worst day of my life. If it wasn't to be, then I dreaded to think what that would entail! 

I moved passed Green into his kitchen, we hadn't spoken to each other, I couldn't even face him.

"Coat," he said.

I unbuckled the belt.

"I get the video?" I asked.

"Yes. Now take your coat off."

He threw it on the back of a chair. Then walked slowly around me inspecting what I was wearing. My make-up was heavier than usual. I wore a vest top in green, no bra; well I didn't see the point. The black miniskirt he had asked me to put on, and black tights with green high heels.

"You look lovely Julie, are you wearing knickers?" he asked with a grin.

I closed my eyes and swallowed, cringing at what he had just asked me.

"No," I whimpered faintly.

I jumped and shot forward a few steps after feeling his hands on my shoulders.

"Relax Julie; you don't want to upset old Jack do you?"

I felt his hands on my waist, and his nose nuzzling into the back of my head. He sniffed my hair as I cringed. I twisted away but he held me firmly.

"You know the deal sweetheart. I bet hubby hasn't seen the part with the boy has he?" he groaned in my ear.

His hands trailed slowly up onto my breasts. I just stood still almost not breathing. He let out a long low moan as he squeezed my tits together. I felt his left hand slip down again until it left my body. His right hand gripped my right breast and he pulled me slowly round to face him.

"Open those pretty eyes," he commanded softly.

I swallowed hard and opened my eyes. He grinned then dropped slowly to his knees.

"Now lift that sexy little skirt and show me your love box."

You fucking gross little man I thought. I looked down at his bald scabby head.

"Do you promise to give the video?"

"Oh yes."

"And that this will never happen again?"

"I promise."

I gulped and took hold of the hem of my skirt. I began to raise it slowly, feeling the light material glide up my pantyhose encased thighs.

"Oh, very nice," he enthused gazing straight at my fanny.

"Uh," I whimpered as a shaking finger traced along my lips.

"Oh Julie you are so beautiful," his voiced trembled.

I watched quaking as he bent forward. He groaned at the same time as his 67 year old lips kissed my cunt. His nose rubbed through my tights onto my clit. I grabbed the work top behind me with one hand, while the other held my skirt up. He kissed, and licked, and pushed his nose up and down over my clit. If this had been anyone else I would have grabbed his head and jammed it hard into my cunt. No, this was a dirty old man slobbering between my legs. 

"My your love box smells and tastes as sweet and I imagined," he said with a mouthful of my cunt.

His other hand began to slide up my calf, and then onto the back of my knee dragging my tights up my leg until they sprang back down. His trembling hand moved up still further onto my thigh, and then found the target of my ass.

"Oh that's a good girl," he panted.

I suddenly realised what he was referring to. I had pushed myself away from the worktop, and had pulled the back of my skirt up so he could get at my ass! I pushed his head away disgusted with my actions. He just looked up at me with a lust filled grin.

"Maybe you are right," he said probably realising he should just get on with it.

I looked down nervously to see his hand that was stroking my foot. But it wasn't his hand it was his cock! I tried to pull away but he had already grabbed my ankle.

"No, you stay there my lovely tart."

His words echoed through my head. I wasn't 'his lovely' anything! I growled in my head.

I fought back the temptation to kick his balls into next week. At least if he came now I wouldn't have that smelly uncircumcised cock up me. I took a trembling deep breath and gathered myself for what I wanted to do. I kicked off my court shoe from my free foot, and then slowly placed my shoeless foot on his hard dick. He looked at my foot and slowly took his hand away. I was now rubbing him between the top of one foot, and the nylon clad sole, and shoe of the other. He seemed mesmerised by my actions.

"Oh fucking hell!" he gasped.

I really don't know who was more shocked. The fucking disgusting old pervert. Or me! I could feel my tights slip over his sweaty hard cock. Every time I pulled my foot back, my painted toes left the end of my tights. When I pushed forward, they slipped into the darker part of the nylon. God I could even hear a faint rasping coming from what I was doing. The friction of my tights running over his cock, actually tickled the sole of my foot in an erotic way! I saw beads of sweat on his bald head. Why the fuck couldn't he have been some dreamy hunk? No, I had to be tossing off a fucking pervert!

"Oh fuck you are good!" he moaned.

"Am I?" I whispered.

"Y, Yes!"

I began rubbing quicker and quicker. The noise from my tights slipping over his cock was getting louder and louder. I rubbed harder too, putting real force onto his dick, so much so that just this motion alone was causing his whole body to wobble. He began to wince once or twice.

"No you keep it there you old bastard!" I hissed through gritted teeth.

"Oh!" he whimpered.

"You wanted this now fucking well take it!"

He began panting in short breaths. Then I watched as he grabbed my empty shoe and pressed it to his nose inhaling deeply.

"Oh you sick fuck!" I snapped in disgust.

I saw his tongue working into my shoe, as he licked and sniffed hard.

"Like my sweaty feet do you, you dirty old man?"

"Oh yeah, oh fuck!"

"God I fucking hate you! I hope your bollocks drop off!" I yelled.

He started to mumble, and his whole body began to quiver. That's when I felt the lubrication between my feet. At first it was just a wetness, and then a slick feeling, as I squashed my feet hard together trapping his dick.

"SHIT!" He yelled.

"You bastard, nobody fucks with me, not a snivelling little worm like you!" I sneered.

I looked down panting heavily trying to regain the energy I had spent. My eyes focused on the white mess mashed between my toes, it had been forced up from underneath. My black tights held a wet look glaze trapped in the mesh. I had held my breath when I saw the outcome of my actions. I almost had to remember to breath now. I wriggled my toes, and immediately wished I hadn't as the spunk oozed around them. My pretty painted toes now tainted and violated by the shaking creep at my feet. Even the sole of my foot tingled like mad after all the physical exertion of what I had done. 

But as I calmed down I became aware of something far more disturbing, the state of my soaked, sticky cunt!



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 07



"Shit what are you doing?" I snapped.

He was forcing my shoe back onto my spunk covered foot. I cringed as I felt the wetness now trapped between nylon and leather.

"Get my video," I grizzled.

He grabbed hold of my hair twisting it until I was bent double.

"Lets get something straight sweetheart, I haven't finished with you yet," he spat.

"What!" I screeched grabbing his arm that held my hair.

He pulled me to the door, and then forced me to the foot of the stairs.

"You see I took a couple of those horny pills. Jack's old trouser snake wants to get into that love box of yours."

"Please just let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise."

"I don't really care; I've still got the tape."

He let me straighten up but still gripped my hair.

"But if I told the police you raped me you would go to prison. They don't like your sort in there. Do you want to die in jail?"

"Oh Julie I have thought about that. I mean if I've got 10 years left I'll be lucky. I have a blood disorder you see, which is slowly killing me. The doctors reckon it could escalate and poison my system at anytime. So you have much more to lose than me. Now, I think we'll be more comfortable in my bedroom."

I just wanted to run, this was getting too much. Even so I figured he would probably shoot his load as soon as his dick got anywhere near my fanny. I felt his hand slip up the back of my skirt as we made our way up the stairs. I didn't see a lot of point resisting. Again the more excited he became now, the quicker I could get the video and get out of there. I recoiled at the state of his house, the smell made me gag. The paint peeled off the walls everywhere I looked, and cobwebs and filth lay in every corner. The thread bare carpet on the stairs seemed bad enough to navigate in high heels, but with a 67 year old hand groping my nylon clad ass it just made it even more difficult. We reached the bedroom and my heart sunk even lower. The mattress was bare, and the pillows had horrid brown sweat stains all over them. My foot kick something that made a sharp pinging sound. Then the smell hit me. 

"Ops I'd better get rid of that."

I looked down and gagged as he picked up a potty with yellow urine slopping around in it. God I just wanted to puke right there! I felt his presence behind me. I was just rooted to the spot, I could have killed myself right there and then. 

"Please don't make me do this," I said.

His hand went up the back of my short skirt again. He just ignored my request and let his fingers grope my ass.

"Oh you are so beautiful," he mumbled.

I felt his lips graze across my shoulder as I just stood trembling. I tensed feeling a few days beard growth drag coarsely across my skin. He moved round in front of me.

"Take your top off," he said licking his lips.

I swallowed hard.

"Come on I want to see those big tits, show them to daddy."

He seemed like he was in a dream world all of his own. He was just staring at my breasts. I shook my head now resigned to my fate. I was going to be raped and even the SAS wouldn't be able to stop him now! I don't know why, but I just stared at his face as I bared my tits to him. He actually smiled at them. I mean a real smile of unbelieving delight.

Now those of you out there who think you would like to be raped or forced by someone unknown then you're mad! It's OK if it's Captain Wonderful or someone who perhaps is a little overweight. But Jack Green was 67, about 5'5" tall. He was bald with a few strands of grey hair combed over from one side of his head to the other. His face was narrow, thin slits housed his blue eyes, and he had the biggest nose in the world. He had two warts or lumps of pealing skin on his forehead and a sore of some description on his top lip that had recently been bleeding. Yuck! He had an eyebrow that not only joined in the middle but had more hair in it than a full moustache. But even worse Green had huge grey hairs hanging out of his nose too! I mean it looked like a bloody cats tail hanging out! Not only that but he smelt, badly! Probably due to the yellow stains that seemed to emanate from under his armpits. As for his clothing, well his tee-shirt could possibly have been white at some stage, but now it was a grubby grey with all sorts of food stains caked over it. The trousers he wore were a sort of plum colour, and around his crotch I noted a dark patch! I just froze, I felt disgusted with myself for even being in his grotty, smelly house!

I felt his dirty, grubby hands on the soft white flesh of my left breast. It caused me to jump and whimper. Then his lips cover my dark brown nipple. The way he groaned with lust as he suckled made me retch! I opened my eyes to see the scab on the top of his head.

"Please just fuck me and get it over with," I heard myself say.

"Oh is my baby a little eager?" he said spinning me round.

He began to manoeuvre me towards the bed.

"Oh you are so pretty, and so young," he groaned lustfully.

I ended up falling back on the mattress.

"Please don't do this to me," I said in a last attempt to get away.

He smiled down at me, and then grabbed my ankles. I struggled but for an old man he had surprising strength. He spread my legs before I had time to react and buried his face into my fanny. I could hear him sniffing taking in my sent. Then I felt my tights rip open by his trembling fingers. In one swift movement his prick pushed into my fanny. He began humping me like a mad rabbit.

"Oh you are so very sexy Julie; every time I've looked at you I've wanted this."

Then all of a sudden after barely a minute he stopped. He pushed himself up a little.

"Yuck!" I screamed.

He pulled his fucking teeth out!

"Don't want to break them do I?" he panted.

I closed my eyes but it was too late. I had captured the image of his teeth and the drool hanging off them. Then that horrible noise as he tried to suck up the spittle that hung out of his mouth. He resumed his frantic thrusts and pulled and twisted my nipple. Not content with this he jammed his tongue into my mouth. This caught me by surprise and I tried to twist away from him and his 67 year old gums mashing all over my teeth. I felt his trembling fingers grip my head, as he explored every inch of my mouth. Then I felt them, the hairs from his nose tickling my lip and nostrils. I tried harder to push him away but he held me tighter kissing me harder, and the hairs from his nose brushed across my lips even more. Then the sore on his top lip rubbed against my blemish free skin. Finally with all these thoughts and feelings I forced his mouth off of mine. I immediately started to cough and gag.

"Not long now my love, you will soon have old Jack's juice in that sweet love box," he panted with excitement.

His voice sounded strange due to the lack of teeth in his head

He buried his lips in my neck. I didn't give a fuck about the video anymore; I just wanted this animal off my body! I felt him pant and groan. Then his body began to go into spasms.

"Please take it out!" I shrieked.

"Are you on the pill?"

"Yes!" I spat.

"Oh that's a shame. Just think if you were not?"

It seemed to intensify his thrusts.

"You could divorce Barry and marry me. I'd fuck you every night. God wouldn't your mum like me as her son!" he groaned frantically.

God he was sick even to think that I would marry him. I was crying just wanting to get out of there. But he wouldn't let me up.

"Please take it out," I sobbed again.

"Only if you swallow it," he said with a chuckle.

"Jesus you are gross!"

"OH! Here it is my baby," he gasped.

I lay still as he jabbed me with slow deliberate movements, moaning loudly in my ear with each stab until he lay spent on top of my violated body.

"Oh didn't you enjoy it?" he teased.

I felt him slide down my body. At last I could get the video and have a bath.

"Oh! Shit what are you doing now?" I shrieked.

He looked up from between my legs.

"Well you haven't had your turn," he said with a wicked grin.

"My turn? I gasped, "you asshole I don't want a....."

I had this searing pain between my legs. Or more exact on my clit, the bastard had gripped it hard with his gums! I was paralysed the pain was excruciating, like when you stub your little toe on a chair leg?

"Now are you going to be a good girl for me?"

I didn't answer.

"I thought so."

I felt his tongue lick over my fanny lips, and then he sucked them into his mouth. He began sucking them like a kid would do with a lolly.

"You won't take long. My you smell a little fishy," he moaned, then began licking my clit.

"You'll never make me cum," I spat.

"No?" he hissed then giggled. 

I felt a finger push into me; he began to work it quickly in and out. I just lay sobbing as the old man worked my clit and cunt.

"Please just let me go, I've done what you asked."

His fingers dug in deeper until I quit complaining. I turned my head sideways but the smell of the mattress was too much to take. I looked up at the ceiling watching a spider make his way along the crack. The old man was really working hard on me, the fool. If he really thought I was going to enjoy this....

Well my fanny was squelching and I was panting a little. But that didn't mean I was going to come... And that twinge inside, no deep inside. That wasn't an orgasm that was me feeling sick... And my hips pushing up, I was to try and push him off, and my back was arched because a spring seemed to be pushing into my back...

"Oh. Oh fuck! No. Fuck you, you asshole! No!" I shrieked.

I just lay there afterwards wondering how the fuck my body could betray me. The spider was crawling along another crack. Good knows how he survived in this shit hole! I felt something wet on my leg. As I sat up the old man was just finishing tossing himself off over my thigh. I looked down at the white mess staining my black tights.

"Did you have too?" I yelled.

He just smirked.

"I'll get your video."

I wanted to scream at him as his sticky spunk soaked through my tights. But the video was like a magic word, so I restrained myself. I pushed myself off the bed and retrieved my top. I pushed passed him heading for the loo to wipe his spunk that was oozing from my fanny. The potty was on the sink still full off his piss. I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from being sick. Then I saw down the toilet. I shrieked at the state of the un-flushed mess sticking out of the water. I jumped back and caught the potty with my arm tipping it all over my legs. The cold yellow liquid rushed down my thighs, over my knees and splashing to it's final resting place over my nylon clad feet and shoes! This time I did puke a mouthful into the sink. God the feel of my soaked nylon clad legs and the stench had me cursing. I stood there not wanting to move.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Well what a stupid place to leave a bowl of...look at my legs for god sake! I stink! You horrible old man look at me now!" I growled.

I shook and stamped my foot in anger catching the rim of the potty. My eyes open wide. I had flicked the remains of the contents up into my face and with my mouth open...It went...In. I spat into the sink, but it was too late I could taste the old mans piss! And all he could do was chuckle.

"Go get my video," I growled through gritted teeth.

"Gramps where are you, you old twat!"

"God its Tony he's early!" Green hissed in shock.

"Just get rid of him," I snapped hysterically.

"I can't he's staying here today."

"Gramps!"

"Just coming Tony," Green called back.

"Take him in the lounge and shut the door. And get my video back to me tomorrow. Clear?" I urged.

He nodded.

I crept down the stairs carrying my urine splattered shoes. My nylon clad feet wet and sticky squelched on the filthy carpet. My fanny was dribbling the old mans spunk, it trickled down the inside of my thighs. Not to mention the pee all down my legs, and in my hair. I made it to the kitchen. Then I jumped out of my skin as I heard a dustbin lid crash to the path outside.

"Oh bollocks!"

"What's up?" 

"The bin liner broke I'll have to knock and get one."

I closed my eyes in defeat listening to the rubbish men outside. Shit I was trapped! I sneaked quickly back to the hall as a loud knock rung out from the back door. I tipped toed back up the stairs whispering, shit, shit, shit, with every step.

So there I stood for the next 10 minutes waiting as the old man gave them a bin liner, and calmly talked about the lack of rain to the bin men. 

Eventually I crept back down again and this time made it out to the garden. I breathed a sigh of relief as I made it into my kitchen. I half smiled but then remembered the state I was in. I lifted the hem of my skirt and wiped a big dollop of spunk from my fanny on some kitchen roll.

"Julie!"

I looked up to see mum and Barry staring at me in horror. There I stood holding my skirt up, my tights ripped at the crotch covered in sticky white spunk, smelling of piss and with a hand full of kitchen roll soggy with cum. I looked backwards and forwards between them both.

"Um, a, I, can. Explain?"

THE END... FOR NOW!



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 08



Thanks for all of your comments about the first few chapters. I hope you enjoy the rest.

Sylvia.



Well I couldn't explain could I? 

The divorce came through 6 months later. So I had to plan for a new life. Moving to London with my uncle until I sorted myself out was one alternative. Uncle Alan was always sweet on me when I was a kid. He never married, and people thought he had a gay streak. But that was just gossip by some because he was a successful solicitor.

Clive suggested I went to stay with Uncle Alan, one of his better ideas, besides I had a few scores to settle with several people, and I needed a quick way out.

My house was right on the verge of being sold. Barry had moved out long ago and had found himself a new girlfriend. She was a little older than he was and quite plump, still if they were happy together then I didn't care.

Barry and I still talked to each other about the house sale and things. We agreed to split the money down the middle, and I got half of his redundancy money too. 

Now when I knew Barry was coming to see me I would wear short skirts and pantyhose. He would seem to find anything to talk about just to stay for a few more minutes. I would bend over in front of him, appearing to do it quite innocently. But the flush on his neck told me all I needed to know. 

We had argued over the phone several times about money. I told him I wanted my half of the house sale £14000 in cash before I moved out. Well I didn't want something to happen which would leave me high and dry with no money. I had an ace up my sleeve and now was the perfect time to use it. 

After a day of pestering him at work by phone, my parting shot was that if he didn't pay me, I'd send his girlfriend the pictures he had down loaded. I slammed the phone down, and then spent the next hour listening to it ring. 

The frantic knock on the door had me grinning. There he stood looking flushed and scared.

"This had better be good I'm going out soon," I said.

"Julie you can't send those pictures," he gasped out of breath.

"Why not Barry, surely trout face should know what a pervert she's going out with?"

I moved away from the door letting him in.

"God please don't, can't you just let me alone?"

"Then get my money and I'll be out of your life."

He looked perplexed. I watched him take a deep breath.

"Do, do you promise not to send them if I do?"

I slowly trailed my hand down his face. He jerked away.

"All I want is the money. I'm going to London to live, but I need the money now."

"London?" he said a little shocked.

"Yes, why will you miss me?" I said with a chuckle.

"OK, I'll get the money, but I need time," he said after a few moments thought.

"Good but what are you going to tell trout face?" I teased, and then slowly turned away watching him for a reaction.

"Don't call her that," he mumbled.

His eyes trailed up the back of my legs. He couldn't hide the shock even if his life depended on it.

"Oh aren't my seams straight? You know I don't think trout face would like you ogling my legs."

I know he was trying his best to resist, but he just kept gazing lustfully at my chiffon coloured tights with the red seams running up the back. He was shaking and trying not to look, but he had no chance, especially as I pulled the hem of my short skirt up very slowly.

"God you are going to miss me. But you wanted the divorce didn't you?"

He didn't answer.

I let go of my skirt and smoothed it down, I ran my hands down my thighs watching Barry blush. Even now I had him by the balls. I moved close to him.

"You know, for an extra 1000 I'll give you a nice going away present," I whispered softly.

I took his index finger and dragged it slowly up the seam on my thigh.

He was breathing sharply. Then he pushed his hand right up my skirt. For a couple of seconds I let him feel my pantyhose encased ass, and then I pulled away.

"Oh Barry, what would your girlfriend say?" I said softly mocking him.

"No damn it! You can't control me now." 

I laughed and slowly pulled the hem back up, only this time he was treated to a full frontal of my shaved cunt!

"Fine, walk away if you can. But this is a once in a lifetime offer. For £1000 you get to do anything you want, apart from fucking me."

"No, you're mad," 

"Go on. I'd never tell trout face. I mean wouldn't you like to cum on my tights?" I moaned. 

His mouth hung open, and he had a nervous schoolboy look on his face. He shook his head but even so I knew he was thinking about my offer.

"Hurry up or I'll be late. I don't want to keep my friend waiting."

He was still fighting with himself. I could imagine the saint and the devil in his head trying to sway him. I walked slowly towards him rubbing my thighs together so the nylon could be heard.

"You know I had to get the bus home this afternoon. It was quite crowded and I had to sit on the seat that faces sideways. You know the one that is raised up? Well I couldn't control the hem of my skirt. It was so high on my thigh the control tops of my pantyhose became exposed."

"I, I don't care," his voice trembled slightly.

"Not a little bit?" I said in a hurt little girly voice.

"N, no," he squeaked.

I continued speaking childishly to him, "All the men just kept staring at my legs. One even bent his head a little. Then when I got off the seat my hem caught on the rail, as I stepped down into the aisle everyone could see what they shouldn't have, all those men, and women too." 

He was silent for a few moments. I think he was genuinely lost for words.

"You, said the bus was, was crowded?"

"Packed," I said softly.

I walked away from him again rubbing my legs together. I picked up something not letting Barry see what it was.

"I think you should go home now, or I'll be late for my date."

"Who are you meeting?"

His words were a little breathless.

"Just a friend and yes, it's a man before you ask."

I just locked eyes with him. Then I held out my hand and let a black pair of tights unfurl, until they dangled swinging from my index finger. Barry just gazed at them swallowing hard. I played the stretched nylon through my fingers.

"These are the tights I wore on the bus."

I let his mind roll over the thought of men leering at me wearing the tights I held. 

"I laddered them, they are no good to me now," I whispered.

I moved towards him, and then gently pushed them into the top pocket of his jacket.

"Could you throw them in the dustbin for me?" I cooed.

He nervously licked his lips.

"I'll phone you tomorrow," he panted.

"I'm sure you will," I grinned and opened the door.

He half stumbled out into the cold December night, no doubt eager to play with my worn pantyhose. 

"Barry, love to trout face," I called after him.

He half turned about to tell me off I suspect. But he put his head down and hurried away. We both knew he would be back, especially as he had a souvenir that would remind him of what he might miss out on. 

I spent the night amusing myself with thoughts of my ex-husband hiding in the loo. I'm sure he would be sniffing, and exploring my tights. Hell he probably had them wrapped around his pencil dick. I bet he tossed himself into some tissues, or down the toilet. After all it wouldn't take him very long!

........................................

Oh that bit about me exposing myself on a bus? That was bollocks. But I had worn the tights that day, so they had my scent, and a few dollops of Barry's favourite perfume.

I mean he loved me wearing that particular brand. He would sniff behind my ears and tell me how he loved the smell. 

I know you probably think I was going too far with my plans. But women are far more cunning than you think. The women out there will know what I mean, we know what to do. It could be just a cute smile, or a finger trailing innocently across our breast, or like me that perfume my ex likes. The pantyhose were obvious to all, but the perfume was sly, very sly.

............................................

He phoned me the next day. I was so confident I didn't answer until the third call.

"Sorry I've just got up."

"But its 10.30," Barry replied.

"Yeah well we had a late night," I said suggestively.

I smiled at the silence. He wanted to ask, but could he?

"Did he stay, all, all night?" he asked in hushed tones.

"Oh yeah," I said dreamily. 

He was silent again. 

"Are you playing with yourself?" I asked softly.

Several times I heard him take a breath, as if he was going to respond.

"Go on, you can tell me Barry. I was married to you long enough to know when you're hiding something," I cooed.

"Yeah, Julie...."

"Yeah, what is it?" 

"I, I've got your tights on my, my dick."

"Really," I replied in an encouraging tone.

I heard him panting but he didn't answer. 

"The tights I wore on the bus?"

"Yeah," he said with an excited gasp.

"How do they feel soft and silky? God Barry all those men on the bus, I bet they would love to have those tights. Are they stretched a little, where they have been worn?"

"Oh yeah," he panted.

"You better hope you don't get caught then. You've only been there a few months.

Oh just think if some sexy, young secretary comes in, and she finds you with a hard on?" I said slowly, letting him savour every word.

"She, she might not notice," he panted.

"Notice what?" I asked a little bemused.

"You know, because, I'm, so....."

"So small," I said finishing his sentence.

I smiled at the phone. 

"Maybe she would laugh if she saw you with my tights on your tiny dick. She might tease you about being so small."

"If it was you, would you laugh at me?"

"Hey Barry I laughed at you when I was your wife. In fact, I was only laughing about you with my friend last night," I said sexily.

I knew he was close to blowing his little load.

"Was, was he better, than....."

I laughed at him.

"You don't really need to ask do you?" I said chuckling. 

"Oh you cruel bitch," he spat panting hard.

"Aren't I just, pencil dick," I whispered.

"W, will you be a bitch when I come, round?" he stammered.

"You give me the 1000 and I'll bitch at you all you want."

"Oh god, and humiliate me too?"

"Barry I'm going to make you toss yourself off into my pantyhose, I'll even wear them for a few days first!"

"Oh! Oh fuck I've....."

"Ring me tomorrow when your brains in charge of your dick!" I spat and put the phone down.



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 09



Well he did ring the next day, twice! I played it cool of course. I knew he wanted another phone sex session. He would just have to wait until he came round with the money, besides the trick was to keep him hot. I had already got revenge on Lin. Barry was next, and then Jenny. This was my main reason to take up Clive's idea. I had spoken to my uncle briefly on the phone and he seemed quite pleased with the idea. The only thing was mum had gone over the top. Well just because Lin had caught me screwing her husband. Mum had a fit down the phone at me. She called me names and said she didn't want me around at Christmas. This was bad enough but she had also cut me out of her will! That's when Clive suggested I went to London for awhile. 

Shit I better explain why I let Lin catch me with her husband. Four months after I had sex with Jason to get my husband the job, remember? Well things were going well, the house was up together, and we had a smart car, and we could even afford to get my hair done once every two weeks. God I could even buy new clothes from a classy boutique. Then Lin comes round to my house full of tears. She sat in my kitchen and blurts out how she and Jenny had sex with Barry! She sat there crying her eyes out, and begging me to forgive her. I just sat there in shock as she explained it all. It happened on the night us girls had planned a night out. I had flu and couldn't go. We had arranged that Barry would pick us up at the night club afterwards, as Mike and Greg were out of town. He drove them back to Lin's house and they seduced him. Now at first I thought she was having me on. I mean Barry was a once a night man, and with a small dick. He couldn't satisfy me let alone two women at once! But the more I thought of that night; well he was gone a long time. Lin blurted out that it was all Jenny's idea. Well that I could believe that. The cow! Then Lin told me Jenny was toying with the idea of dropping hints to me that something had happened, and she wouldn't drop it when Lin begged her. You see Jenny and I could play the game to see who the 'Queen bee' was. Lin was always on the fringe, she would go with whoever was winning at the time for an easy life. That was another reason I was sceptical, but her tears looked real and she was shaking.

"What are you going to do Julie?" she sobbed.

I walked to the front door and opened it. I just scowled at her.

"Get out," I said calmly.

"Please Julie I'm so, so sorry. Don't tell Mike. It was all her idea. I was drunk, I didn't really want to. She, she made me," she cried.

"Just get out now Lin, and keep your mouth shut. If you tell Jenny I know about it I'll be straight round to see Mike."

"Oh god you wouldn't."

"If I detect the slightest hint that you have told her I know, then I'll fuck up your stupid little marriage. No it's her I want. One day she'll regret taking me on."

I grabbed her arm as she reached the door. God she was so shit scared she flinched.

"Please I'm begging you, stop this game you two play, its getting out of control. We are all supposed to be friends."

"Friends? So we can all fuck each others husbands can we?" I hissed.

"God I wish I had kept quiet now. Please Julie stop doing this," she whimpered.

"No way, we keep going until I win. She'll never beat me. Remember mouth shut Lin, or you know what will happen?"

Her tears started flowing as she fled down the path. It was a good job Barry was away on some course or I might have busted his balls! No I had too much to lose at that point. But I did open my own account in a different bank that was to be my own little savings plan, just in case. And as for Lin, I never really intended getting even with her. Not until the night in the club when she couldn't hide her delight about Carl and me having sex. I suppose she felt safe or something. Her biggest mistake! Just one more thing before I get to the juicy bit. We got very drunk one night and told each other a little secret about each of our husbands. Jenny said Greg liked big tits and legs, Lin told us Mike wanted to cover Lin in dirt or something then fuck her. I mentioned that Barry didn't really have any kinks but he was a little on the small side. This was before I found the pantyhose pictures, and I wouldn't have told them that anyway. 

So to Mike, he was a mechanic, and so I asked him to come over and do a service on my car. We arranged it one Saturday morning. It took him less than a second to run his eyes over my body. I pretended not to notice as he followed me into the kitchen. Even though I had my back to him, I could feel his eyes burning into my ass and legs without having to turn around.

Yes boys we know you are looking!

I wore a tight white T-shirt, and a white ass hugging miniskirt, it was so tight the hem actually dug into my thighs 8 inches above my knees. Of course the pantyhose had to be white, and the court shoes with a 4 inch heel. I'm sure I could have fucked him right in the kitchen, but just teasing Mike amused me, he had beads of sweat on his brow already! I moved around the kitchen giving him plenty of opportunity to have a leer at my body. I talked about the usual things, Lin, holidays, weather, that sort of stuff. Finally he went to the garage and started work on the car. I gave him ½ an hour to cool down a little, and then I went to see how he was getting on. He was under the car, and although I couldn't see him I bet he watched my high heels and white nylon covered ankles as I walked in. I began talking to him as he worked, not that I could hear him doing much of that. Well I was stood roughly where his head would be under the car, and I was sliding my foot in and out of my shoe. I rubbed the sole of my foot on the back of court shoes pretending I had an itch. I talked about my divorce and how bored I was at the same time as my little foot show. I bet he couldn't take his eyes off my flexing nylon covered toes. All I got in response was the odd grunt. I think his mind was somewhere else. When he did finally emerge from the under the car he looked flushed. Then he noticed my nipples, well I had been teasing them as I talked to him. I knew my dark nipples could be seen through the thin white T-shirt, and due to my fingers working on them they stuck out quite well, of course not wearing a bra helped.

"I um, need something to catch the oil in," he said interrupting my babble.

"Here have your cake first," I said with a smile.

I reached over to the bench and picked up a plate of Black Forest Gateaux full of cherries and cream. Now Mike wasn't a bad catch, for Lin that is. He might be a little over weight but so was she. He had brown curly hair and quite a nice face. But I guess he was 20 pounds over what he should be. Even so he was still worth a fuck. He showed me his oil covered hands. So I picked up the cake and offered it to his mouth. He looked at me for an instant.

"Go on I won't tell Lin I had to feed you," I said with a giggle.

He took a bite and the cream and cherry sauce went all around his mouth. We both chuckled, and before he could object I forced more into his mouth. He was leant against my car so I dragged my foot on the concrete floor. My metal heel made a scraping noise that echoed around the garage, and my foot came to rest between his. 

"Open wide," I said with a grin.

"I've still got a mouthful," he said chuckling as much as the cake would let him.

I moved forward still further between his spread legs. My groin was lightly pressing against his. The touch was so faint that he didn't seem to notice. 

"Don't be a baby or mummy will get cross," I moaned with a pout.

Again he bit the cake, and we both chuckled as he did so. I don't think he found my behaviour a little strange if he did he didn't show it. We used to tease each other when we were out in the pubs as couples. To be honest I missed him more than I thought. Our conversations were always suggestive but quite proper. Flirting with him was just innocent fun and everyone accepted it as such. Although today I was determined to get his cock jammed into my cunt up to his bollocks!

"Julie, I'll choke," he said with a creamy smile.

"Nonsense, quick before it trickles down my arm," I responded with a grin.

I shifted my weight onto one foot causing my leg to lean on his thigh. I kept up the smiling as if I didn't notice we were touching, but at this point Mike did. I saw him give me a questioning look out of the corner of my eye. I'm sure he was wondering now if this was more than the playful slaps on the arm we had exchanged in the past. I didn't let him linger too much on his thoughts.

"Come on one more mouthful and I can go and wash my hands."

This did the trick he was back to his amused smile again. Even so I could feel his eyes watching my parted, painted lips, especially as I was running my tongue along them. It would have appeared quite innocent, like I was concentrating on feeding him, but a little sexy at the same time. Then he jumped back as I began to wipe my other, clean hand, over the mess on his face. "God keep still you baby I'm only cleaning your face up."

I could sense his eyes watching my face again. I was half expecting him to kiss me, but I never made contact with his eyes so perhaps he wasn't sure what reaction he would receive. My groin was pressed against his, only this time a little more forcefully. He just couldn't bring himself to make the first move. Not that I minded because it was great fun watching him trying to pluck up the courage. I suppose what didn't help Mike was his oil covered hands. All the way through he just kept them away from me. While I had been cleaning his face with my fingers, my other hand had been busy rubbing the gateaux into my skirt, and my nylon clad thigh, and my other leg had brushed against his, where I thought I had seen a fresh oil stain on his overall.

"There you are all clean," I said with a smile.

I moved away and then looked down.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed.

I looked down again and waited for a comment from Mike.

"Look at you dirty bitch," he said.

I looked into his eyes and moved close to him again pushing my pelvis out so we made contact. He leaned forward and kissed me. His smile had dropped and he looked quite serious.

"If you want a fuck you only had to say."

I was slightly shocked by his bluntness. He just smirked at me.

"Lin has obviously told you about our little game. So do you fancy playing it then?"

"Would it be worth it?"

He gave a little half smile. Now I must admit I was a little wet after the last 20 minutes or so.

"Just sex Julie, but how I like it. Well what do you say?"

He just stood there looking so smug and calm. Even that made me drip.

"OK I'll admit I wanted to fuck you for ages, and now you have been trying to seduce me. I mean what's worse? You and I fuck, or I tell everyone you came onto me and I walked away?"

I was on the car bonnet with my tights and pink panties hanging off my left ankle as Mike fucked me hard. His hands were everywhere, coating my white clothes in grease and oil. He didn't last long, but it was still good to feel a hard cock in me, the first for quite awhile.

"What's up Julie didn't you come?"

I licked my lips nervously as I looked at my watch.

"Oh got somewhere to go?" he said with a smirk.

"I was just wondering if that was all your little game was. I mean it was just a fuck."

I knew I was leaving myself open but I had to. He moved towards me and I backed away a little.

"You want the full version then?"

I swallowed then nodded. He grinned again.

"OK but you have to do as I say its just sex, OK?"

You know, while I was apprehensive I was still aroused. Perhaps if I had come then I would have walked away. The tease with the cake was supposed to be just that. But I had got so desperate for a hard cock, that I had let the real purpose of fucking Mike escape my mind. Not only that I thought he would be off as soon as we did it, and I still had well over an hour to fill until zero hour.

"OK," I said finally.

He grinned at my response. 

"It won't be easy for you," he said rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Good, I'd hate to get bored," I said with a stone like expression.

"Oh you won't get bored, turned on, and maybe a little scared, but definitely not bored."

"We'll see."

"Let's go into the house and I'll explain the rules."

I began to take off my shoe.

"What are you doing?"

I looked up at him from my bent position.

"I was going to take my tights off," I replied with a quizzical look.

"Put them on properly, you'll need to wear them for what I've got in mind."

I followed him through the utility room and into the kitchen. Luckily the garage had been built onto the side of the house so I knew we couldn't be seen.

"Have you still got your wedding dress?"

"Yeah in the spare room I think, but why?" 

"You look good in white. Just get the veil."

"Why?" I asked again.

"Look if you are going to question everything then I'll finish your car and go. I told you it'll be fun, scary, but fun. So what is it to be?"

5 minutes later I walked into the kitchen carrying my wedding veil. He smiled at me.

"Take off your T-shirt and put the veil on," He ordered calmly.

I must admit that I was excited, my panties now held his spunk that had escaped my pussy, and I was getting wetter by the second. I was scared but only because I wasn't sure what he planned to do. By the time my veil was in place he had explained everything. At first I was a little disgusted, but by the time he had finished my cunt was getting wetter again. He was going to dominate me like he wanted to do to Lin, whatever he wanted he would get. He promised not to harm me. But he would do things that I might not like. Then as if to show he would keep his word, he told me that he would have changed places with Barry if he could. I could see in his eyes that he truly meant every word, and I could feel myself relax a little.

He pulled the veil down over my face and I felt the fine mesh graze over my nipples causing little shock waves. For some reason I expected to feel a little stupid with the veil over my head and topless. With my skirt and tights covered in oil and gateaux I must have looked quite strange. But this was his game and I really wanted to play!

"Now get the rest of the gateaux and bring it to the garage."

"All of it?" I queried.

"Yes," he replied firmly.

I carried the cold plate to the garage. He nodded to the bonnet and I put the plate down, and then rubbed my hands together trying to warm them. I stopped in mid flow as I watched him divide the gateaux in half. He slid one half onto the plate that I had fed him from earlier.

"Mike I can't eat all that," I said breaking the spell I was under.

"I'll be eating most of it later. Now do you mind if I tie your hands to that bar?"

I looked up to the bar hanging from the garage roof. Why the hell I didn't say no straight away was beyond me. I looked back at him trying to get in his head but I didn't have a clue what he intended.

"I want peace and quiet while I finish your car Julie. Look I promised you I wouldn't harm you didn't I?"

"Yes, but I don't understand," I replied.

"God was sex really that boring with Barry," he chuckled.

I shook my head still not understanding.

"OK look forget it. I'll just do your car then go."

I watched him move the two plates off the bonnet to the bench and he picked up a spanner.

"God I feel embarrassed, even my wife won't do this, sorry."

I moved forward after a few moments.

"Over there so I don't get in your way?" I asked.

His face broke into a smile after I grinned at him. I don't know why but I trusted him. Not only that, but zero hour was 50 minutes away.

He secured me to the rail using plastic things; I think they are called cable tie-ups. Well you feed one end through the other and they make a sort of clicking sound. OK I was at his mercy now, but he was grinning and telling me how sexy I looked. We even shared a giggle together. He pulled the veil down over my head again.

He traced a finger down my breast to my belly. I closed my eyes and we kissed through the veil. I felt him pull the waist band of my skirt, tights, and panties all in one.

"Julie, watch this," he whispered after our kiss.

I looked down and my face dropped, he began to tip one of the gateaux filled plates slowly. I shook my head but couldn't speak as the gateaux slipped into the front of my panties, skirt, and tights!



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 10



I watched the gateaux slide off the plate. Then I felt it, cold and squishy.

"Oh god!" I gasped in shock.

I looked him in the eye as I panted feeling the cold, sticky mess roll down my pussy. I swallowed hard as he smiled. He put the plate down still holding my clothes away from my body. Then he grinned and just let go. The elastic waist band of my panties, tights, and very tight skirt snapped back into place. I panted sharply which made the white wedding veil billow away from my mouth. I could feel the soggy, cold mess hanging in the gusset of my pink panties. With my hands tied to the bar above my head I was powerless to do anything. 

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Fucking well horny that's how it feels," I answered panting.

Mike picked up the other plate. Oh my god my tits were going to get the same treatment now. Fuck I should have worn a bra. The thought of my bra cups full of cream, chocolate sponge, and cherries had me squirming. Just imagine all that cold gateaux trapped there, squashed against my breasts and nipples!

"What are doing?" I gasped helplessly.

I twisted round as far as my bound hands would allow me to, and then I felt him pull my skirt, tights, and panties away from my backside. The cold now spread quickly over my ass cheeks. Then the twang of my clothes snapping back into place squashed the gateaux firmly into my backside.

"Oh shit!" I groaned.

"Julie I do believe you've made a mess in your knickers. I think you should apologise, don't you?"

I was panting from the cold, the sticky feeling, and the over all horny feeling around my cunt, and ass. My panties felt heavy and already the gateaux oozed down the inside of my tights at the top of my thighs.

"Well if you can't say sorry then maybe this will help."

He stood at my side and then I felt one hand on my ass the other on my fanny. He pressed both hands mashing the contents of my panties hard against my cunt and ass.

"Holy shit!" I gasped. 

My metal stiletto heels scraped across the concrete floor as I shuddered. The mess in my panties oozed into every available corner and hollow. Mike locked hands under my crotch then lifted. His face had a straight and serious look on it. He forced my tights, and panties hard into my crotch, and I actually heard the squelch that the cold gateaux made. I was finding this feeling so strange but so fucking horny. I panted hard as he now stood in front of me. He showed me the palms of his hands. They were coated in gateaux that had been strained through my tights. I watched as he rubbed them into each breast.

"Look at your tits," he hissed.

I could already feel the mess on them, but when I saw the mixture spread over each breast my cunt juiced up even more!

He dipped his hand into the front of my panties and pulled out a dollop of gooey mess. I watched him kneel at my feet. He spread the gateaux equally in both hands. 

"Such pretty feet Julie," he said suggestively.

"Oh do it, do it you bastard!" I screeched.

"All over your sexy white tights?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Just fucking well do it will you!"

My legs shook and I grunted. I watched through the mesh of the veil that now stuck to my breasts with gateaux. 

"OH!" I whimpered.

The feel and sight of his hands rubbing into my white nylon covered feet had me coming hard. I watched my feet turn brown and red as he worked the sweet over them. He stood up and then pushed a finger into my mouth. It took the veil in with it, and as I shuddered continuing my climax I sucked his finger. He kept working his digit in and out, it forced my veil to my face and away again, time after time, until I had sucked his finger until it was clean. 

"I'd better finish your car," he whispered.

I was left there for the next 20 minutes. The gateaux had trailed down to mid thigh trapped in my pantyhose. I saw the stain on my veil even that looked so sexy. The feeling between my ass cheeks right into the crack, and my sticky pussy was amazing. How the fuck I was going to start to clean up was beyond me at that time. Now and then he would look at me. He would walk passed to get something; every time he did I felt a greasy hand on my ass, tits, or fanny.

At one point he went into the kitchen. When he came back he clamped two close pegs to each of my nipples!

"Fuck that hurts!" I panted.

"Yeah but it looks so sexy," he said with a chuckle.

God he was tormenting me. The pegs had trapped my veil to my nipples, and I soon learned to keep my head still, as every movement tugged the veil which pulled on my nipples!

I was astonished that he hadn't jumped me. I mean I must have been the sexiest woman he was ever likely to have. There I stood strung up, covered all over in oil, grease, and gateaux, this was his fantasy, and all he could do was piss about with my bloody car! Time was getting on too. I needed to be in control when zero hour was here.

"Fuck me," I pleaded.

He didn't answer, he didn't even look up. My arms were aching now and the mess between my legs was starting to get annoying. I shuffled my legs trying to get comfortable. All this achieved was slopping the gateaux around my ass and pussy.

Finally he looked at me. He came over and just pulled the pegs off my aching nipples, and then he cut me down. I rubbed my wrist taking the chance to look at my watch. Shit Lin was due 5 minutes ago.

"Are you going to fuck me then?" I asked.

I pulled his overalls apart hearing the metal poppers spring open. I reached in pulling his cock out. I smiled.

"You're hard for me then? Fuck me on the bonnet of my car," I hissed through gritted teeth.

I plunged my mouth on his forcing my tongue and my veil into his mouth. He grabbed my ass pulling me to him. The gateaux spread, forced over the cheeks of my ass. He mauled at my wet, sticky backside. 

"Oh that feels so good," I moaned.

We stumbled round the garage to the front of my car. He lifted my ass and plonked it on the bonnet.

"Oh Jesus!" I spat as the gateaux squelched everywhere.

I flicked my veil over my head. I stared into his eyes.

"Go on then do me. Do me hard," I spat with passion.

He shoved my skirt up. 

"You want it bitch!" he snapped.

"Yeah, if you're man enough," I taunted.

He gritted his teeth and ripped my tights and panties open in one swift movement. He used so much force I nearly ended up on the floor. I spread my legs like a whore.

"Look at the mess you made," I spat.

I dragged my hand up through my fanny, and pushed it into my face. He watched in amazement as I smeared my dirty hand down over my left tit. I licked the dripping gateaux that hung from my lips.

"Well fuck me then," I sneered.

He lunged forward grabbing my ankles and forcing them up over his shoulders.

"You fucking tart!" he snarled.

He ripped open my tights still further, and then he fumbled at my pussy with his dick, until he found his target through the mess.

There she was paying the taxi driver right on cue. I could see her poor smiling face through the small garage door window. In a few minutes that smile would drop.

"Harder baby, do me harder!"

Mike was ramming into me, and I knew he was so into fucking me, that I could keep him from noticing his wife for a while, unless of course she cried out. Lin wasn't that sort, she would burst into tears at the sight of her husband buried between my legs.  

I waited. I couldn't see her now. I tried to predict when she would pass the window.

"Oh Mike harder!" I screamed.

There she was her poor, pathetic face at the window. I just stared straight into her eyes through the dirty window.

"Am I a better fuck than Lin?" I spat loud enough for her to hear.

"Yeah!" he groaned.

I watched her hand go to her mouth. 

"You'd rather fuck me than her wouldn't you Mike!" I hissed looking straight at her.

"Fuck yes, yes, yes, yes," He gasped near to coming.

I smiled at Lin as she turned away.

Serve you right you fucking bitch, I said in my head.

He jabbed harder and harder and I soon felt my legs tremble. I had a very intense orgasm, as I kept picturing Lin's sad little shocked face. I mean it was quite odd. I couldn't get her out of my head. Mike panted and gasped as he unloaded into me. With the short jabbing some men seem to deliver now and then. I could never work this one out. It was like they wanted to hurt you, or prove they could get further up you than anyone else had before. Still, the end result was the same, panting hard, and stumbling around like he had just run some marathon for me. I mean, am I supposed to swoon and tell him how wonderful he was? OK it was quite good and a little different, but now just look at the fucking state I was in! I slipped off the bonnet and didn't really have a clue where to start cleaning up.

"God you still look sexy," he grinned.

"Fuck off I'm a right mess!" I snapped.

I began to strip everything off, and there he was peeling off his overalls. I just stood with my mouth open as he stripped down to his pants. 

"Holy shit what the hell are you doing?" I shrieked. 

I rushed to the back of my car and crouched down. He had pushed the garage door open about two feet. I watched him stick his head out and look left and right. 

"I can't see anyone,"

"Shut the door now for fuck sake!" I squeaked.

I watched him disappear outside.

"What are you doing now?" I hissed.

He slipped back in sliding the door shut.

"See I knew I had clean overalls in the boot of my car," he said pulling them on.

"Oh bully for you. Now what the hell do we do about me and my car?"

"Well your cars done. Oh I see what you mean."

I watched in disbelief as he picked up a rag from the box, and then began to wipe the gateaux off the bonnet.

"All clean now," he said with a smile at my car.

"No me!" I growled.

He looked me up and down taking his time over it. 

"I reckon you need a bath sexy," he said with a smile.

My eyes looked to the heavens.

"See you soon," he said with a wink.

So there I stood covered in everything. Now a word of warning to those of you planning to do something similar to this, make sure you know how you are going to clean up. Me I just stripped off everything and wiped my shoes then got to the shower. Needless to say my clothes went straight into the bin, well apart from the shoes; they were too sexy to throw out. So that was Lin taken care of. She obviously blabbed to Jenny and that bitch was soon on the phone. She called me all sorts of names but I wouldn't be drawn into a verbal fight. She would get hers alright but when I was ready. I was sure it was Jenny who told mum about Lin finding me with her husband. Still I knew a few sacrifices would have to be made, but I didn't count on losing my inheritance. I tried to rope Clive into helping me get back in mum's good books, and to be fair he tried. It was a few weeks later he suggested I should go and stay with my uncle. Oh Christmas in London, nice!

So back to Barry, he had the money, and the extra he told me. We arranged the night a week before Christmas when trout face was on her works do. Now I didn't mind doing this for Barry. I mean let's face it; trout face would hardily give him the sex he likes, not even if she lived to be 100! I was the sexiest woman Barry was ever likely to be with, and I was going to make his night so wonderful, he would regret divorcing me for the rest of his fucking life! 



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 11



He looked a little sheepish as he walked in. His eyes flowed over what I was wearing. I could see he was already blushing which made me smile inside.

"Have you got my money?" I asked.

He pulled out a large brown envelope and handed it to me. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek lightly.

"Don't you want to count it?" 

I opened it and glanced inside.

"I don't think you would cross me. Now have you done everything I asked?"

He nodded and looked away from my eyes. I knew he was embarrassed but he looked quite turned on. I bet he had been counting the minutes away until this moment. 

"So do you like my outfit? Go on have a good look Barry," I purred.

I wore a red figure hugging dress that stopped 9 inches above my knees. My long legs had been shaved just hours ago, and they now shone in a pair of bamboo coloured tights. On my feet I wore red court shoes with a 5 inch stiletto heel.

"Well do I look sexy?"

He swallowed. I could tell he was still nervous, but he had paid his money for this, and if he didn't want it then he wouldn't have come.

"Let's go upstairs and get a little more comfortable," I whispered.

He followed me out into the hall.

"You go first. I don't want you looking up my skirt like a naughty schoolboy," I teased.

I followed him grinning at his nervousness. He knew that he was risking so much; if his new girlfriend found out about this, she would dump him for sure.

"Uh, where are you going?"

He turned to me looking a little anxious. 

"That is my bedroom now. I only invite real men in there, and you're not a real man are you Barry?" I whispered close to his ear.

I pointed to the bathroom. "In there please, I think the toilet should be more appropriate for a wimp like you," I said smiling at his blushing face.

He moved in slowly and turned to face me. I pulled the belt on his raincoat, and then stepped back.

"Well take it off," I commanded.

He held it in his hand, and questioned me with his eyes as to where he should put it.

"In the bath," I answered.

He draped it along the bath tub.

"So did you wear what I asked you to?" I whispered softly.

He nodded and wiped his hand nervously down his trousers.

"Well come on then strip and show me."

He took off his jacket and I could already see the bumps under his shirt. I moved forward and traced a finger slowly up the ridge on his shoulder. I then followed it back down and across the lumps on his chest.

"Oh you do look sweet. Come on show me properly," I said with a grin.

He took ages unbuttoning his shirt. It was now his embarrassment was becoming even more obvious, and his breathing was a little more noticeable. I knew what I was saying was turning him on. He pulled the shirt open with trembling fingers.

"Right off, come on," I encouraged softly.

"Julie I don't know if I, I can, do this," he stuttered.

"You wanted me to humiliate you. Go on," I cooed.

He panted nervously and pulled his shirt back. His face was red.

"So, did you stuff the cups with her panties like I told you?"

He nodded after a few seconds.

"I hope they are dirty panties from her laundry basket?"

He nodded again looking a little ashamed. I traced my finger along the bra cup. I giggled adding to his torment. 

"I reckon she would wonder what sort of pervert she was dating if she saw you like this, wearing her pink bra, stuffed with her dirty panties. God what would your friends say?" I said softly.

I opened my eyes wide but continued to grin at him. I let my fingers move towards the bra. He went to stop me, but a scowl into his eyes was all it took to stop him. I just looked deep into his eyes as I unbuckled his trousers. He knew I was mocking him; I didn't have to use words. Just a wicked grin was all it took to humiliate him further.

"So what made you choose pink? I mean a white bra would have been less embarrassing. Oh but that's what you want isn't it?"

I opened his trousers and knelt down. I could see my words had registered, but he couldn't come up with an answer. I tugged his trousers down, and there they were my tights!

"Good boy," I mocked, "but maybe you should have shaved your legs first."

He swallowed hard.

"So tell me what it feels like wearing my tights? They are the pantyhose all those men ogled on the bus. God Barry lots of those men would probably have paid for those. Just think of them pulling my worn tights on their dicks, and then the men in the pub where I went. I sat on a bar stool and crossed my legs in those exact tights."

I slapped his hand away from his dick

"Don't you dare, that stubby little cock belongs to me, I'll say when you can pull it," I spat.

He put his hand down by his side. I relaxed my face into a smile again.

"I'm glad to see you understand your place wimp!"

I lifted the lid on my laundry basket, and turned to face him with a pair of Nude coloured tights in my hand. I pulled them through my fingers and then wrapped them around his bare shoulders. He shuddered as I did this. The soft nylon glancing over his skin must have been a delight. I knelt down and slowly peeled his tights down so I could gain access to his cock. He shuddered and jumped as I traced a red fingernail over his cock head.

"Oh is that too much?" I cooed sexily.

He nodded with a nervous half smile, until I did it again, and again. He whimpered and pulled away, unable to take the edge of my fingernail dragging lightly over his circumcised cock.

"God I can't stand that," he moaned.

"Do you want me to kiss it, and suck you for a while?" I said looking up longingly into his eyes.

"Oh god yeah," he panted.

"Oh yeah and just leave my lipstick on the tip?" I breathed, running my tongue sexily around my lips.

He nodded with his mouth hanging open; he looked just like a puppy.

"No way wimp," I whispered softly.

I pulled the tights from around his neck; I did it very slowly so he could feel the soft nylon snake down his belly. I gathered up one leg of my tights and pushed it right over his cock. He gasped as I lined the seam of the toe with his pee hole. I pushed the rest of the leg until it trapped his balls. The nylon clung to his cock and balls like a glove. I began to run my hand loosely over his shaft. I just grazed his nylon covered cock with this slow and slight motion.

"You like that?" I moaned in a sexy voice.

He was shaking and gasping, I really didn't need a verbal answer.

"Try this then," I panted.

I took hold of both edges of the toe seam.

"Now hold your cock as firmly, and as still as you can."

He nodded with an open mouth.

Slowly I pulled the toe seam along his pee hole. He jumped and pulled away gasping sharply.

"Fuck that's too much!" he groaned.

"I don't care, get back here," I snapped viciously.

"Oh Julie please I can't take that," he whimpered.

"OK then, maybe trout face would like to see those pantyhose pictures," I said with a sexy pout.

"No please," he panted.

"Then let me do it again. Once for each of my sexy toes, which have spent two days rubbing on that very same seam," I purred.

He held his cock. I lined the seam up with his pee hole again, and this time used the nail of my little finger to push it in slightly.

"Oh fucking shit!" he moaned.

I took up the ends of the seam again and dragged it from one side of his pee hole to the other. He jumped again but controlled himself. I dragged it back again. His legs shook and he licked his lips and grimaced. I pulled it back through again, and then once more. The last run I made I pushed back against his dick at the same time. I watched the seam disappear into his hole, and I ran the full length of the seam through his pee hole. This time he jumped back.

"Fuck I can't take that!" he squeaked.

He looked down at his cock like he expected it to be split wide open.

"Relax Barry; just think I could have used something far worse."

......................... Now quite how that felt I don't know. Maybe you could try it for me. I don't know if my ex was being a wimp, or if it was really too much for anyone to handle. But what the hell it was fun watching him squirm! .............................

I lifted his face and kissed his cheek.

"Get on your knees and keep your hands behind your back," I ordered.

I watched him comply. I put my foot on the toilet lid.

"Now I want you to kiss my ankle, and do it lovingly."

He swallowed and gasped. I could see a little reluctance on his face. I knew deep down he wanted to do this, maybe he was just savouring the moment. His eyes stared at my ankle and the weave of the nylon. Finally he shuffled forward on his knees. I twisted my foot this way and that, I watched my tights wrinkle knowing he had a close up view, which must have caused his dick to twitch.

"I've got good ankles haven't I?" I asked softly.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"Kiss the back first, nice and slow," I whispered.

"Oh," he moaned in a very aroused state.

I felt his lips graze lightly over my nylon covered ankle. I actually shuddered a little.

"Now the top of my foot," I moaned after a few seconds.

I watched his head move, and his lips kissed slowly, trailing lightly all the way round my foot.

"That's enough now."

I lifted the lid on the toilet, and then the seat.

"Put your dick on the toilet bowl," I commanded softly.

His eyes looked up and he went to speak. I just raised my eyebrows as if I was daring him to ask why. He didn't.

"Make sure your balls are hanging in there too."

This time he did it without an enquiring look. I lowered the seat down trapping his cock and balls inside the edge of the bowl. He was panting a little harder. I straddled the loo facing away from him. I looked over my shoulder. Barry was gazing lustfully at the backs of my pantyhose encased legs. I took hold of the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my ass to my waist real slow. I watched him shake, but he held back much to my surprise.

"Now you must keep your head very still wimp. If you turn away, or move more than an inch, I'll run downstairs and push the send button," I said with a nasty chuckle.

"Oh god Julie what are you going to do?" he said with his voice full of panic.

"Oh maybe you should try and guess," I grinned and then bit my bottom lip.

So there he was knelt 6 inches away from my ass. Wearing his girlfriends bra stuffed with her soiled panties, and my tights on his legs, with another pair on his cock and balls, which lay trapped between the loo seat and the bowl. He panted and gasped as I pushed lightly down on the loo seat. I laughed as he winced a little. I then released the pressure until he looked comfortable.

"Just so you don't try and escape," I grinned over my shoulder.

I looked down between my legs, and saw his cock sticking out from under the toilet seat about 2 inches. I tickled his cock head lightly with the tips of my finger nails. He jumped and gasped so I just lent on the loo seat a little more until he got the message. I chuckled wickedly again watching his face contort. I then placed my fingers around his cock, gripping it firmly but not hard.

"So are you ready?" I cooed.

"Oh, god please you can't do this. Please Julie don't!" he whimpered.

I laughed and pushed my backside out, until it was no more than an inch from his face. I could feel his frantic breaths on my nylon covered backside.

"You know I had a curry for tea," I whispered suggestively.

"Julie no!" he shrieked.

I began to laugh. Then straightened up and turned to face him. He looked terrified poor thing.

"Don't worry I wouldn't do that, not even to you. Now why don't you give my pussy a little kiss," I said still smiling at his worried expression.

I lifted my dress exposing my fanny to him. Slowly his face relaxed as he gazed at my pussy covered in the thin material of my tights. His mouth dropped open and he licked his lips.

"Go on kiss her, she might be a little smelly, she got a hard pounding last night from a real man. Oh he was so rough with her, kiss her better. Pretty please," I said with a pout.

I could almost see my softly spoken words running through his mind. As I have told you before my cunt did smell a little when I got turned on. The tights I wore for a couple of days would have also trapped my odour. Barry's face was just inches from my pussy, and if I could smell myself then I'm bloody sure he could.

I continued to speak softly and sexily to him. "Go careful because she's still a little sore. I mean he was so, so big."

His trembling lips pressed into my nylon tights, and he kissed softly, maybe a little hesitantly at first.

"Oh that's good Barry. Do you go down on her?"

He stopped and looked up. I just stared back at him with an unemotional stare. He swallowed and took a deep breath. I relaxed my face into a grin.

"Don't worry I'm not really that interested. Anyway I bet you would rather hear about me wouldn't you?"

I gestured for him to return to my wet pussy.

"Look at me while you are kissing her," I instructed.

"I can smell you," he groaned lustfully.

"Are you sure it's me?" I said raising my eyebrows.

I smiled down at him.

"Well I've had quite a few cocks up her recently," I said with a grin, "yeah quite a few."

He panted at my words, and stuck his tongue into my cunt pushing the nylon in. It made me gasp a little.

"I reckon about 6 or 7 different cocks. Then of course the taxi driver the other night, but he didn't fuck me so that doesn't count," I said vacantly.

He pulled off my pussy and looked up into my eyes. I could see the glazed look in his eyes, and his head had gone quite red.

"What, what did you do, with the, the taxi driver?" he grunted excitedly.

"I couldn't pay so he made me give him a blow job. You know the fat gross one? He must be nearly 20 stone. The bastard held my head. God he stank, but he wouldn't let me up. Not until I swallowed," I hissed.

Barry was so turned on he couldn't stop shaking. I pushed my tights down and crouched down.

"I want a piss; I'm going to pee all over your dick as you cum," I said with a hard stare.

"OH!" He groaned and swallowed.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes," he moaned without even thinking about it.

"Will you think of me when you are fucking her?" I whispered in my little girl hurt voice.

He nodded grunting hard, with his eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck my toilet. Go on now!" I snapped.

He began jerking back and forth. I could hear the toilet seat banging due to his rocking. His face looked tortured as he tried to hold on.

"You know if you came back to me, I could do this all the time. Every night in bed I'd make you wear the pantyhose I wore that day,"

"Oh, oh Julie," he groaned.

"I could tell you all about the men who ogled my legs. Would you come back to me?" I purred.

"Yeah, oh yeah," he panted.

"Really?" I asked excitedly.

He nodded and his bottom lip quivered.

I looked down between my legs, aiming for his pantyhose encased dick. 

"No maybe not, I'm having too much fun on my own, with all those different men," I enthused breathlessly.

I let go, and he moaned as my urine splashed onto his cock.

"Harder wimp! That's all you're good for now, fucking toilets!" I growled.

He grunted and groaned loudly. The tights covering his cock changed to a slightly darker colour, as my pee soaked into the nylon. At the tip I could see the whiteness of his come filling the toe part.

Now I moved quickly as the loo seat banging on the rubber stops slowed. Barry was still trying to squeeze every last drop of come into the nylon. I stood pulling my tights back up. Barry's eyes were still closed but his face was starting to relax.

"Get up!" I ordered pulling his hair at the same time.

He looked shocked still trying to overcome his orgasm. I grabbed the tights he was wearing and pulled them up.

"What are you, doing?" he said shocked.

I didn't answer him I just grabbed his shirt, jacket, and raincoat.

"Hurry up or this will be out on the pavement," I growled.

He stumbled after me.

"Can't I change? You pissed on my..."

"Do you want to get dressed on the street? Don't take that fucking bra off you haven't got time."

I was at the foot of the stairs now. He grabbed his shirt off me and hastily put it on. I opened the door and threw his coat onto the path. He yanked his jacket out of my hand before it followed his raincoat.

"Fucking hell Julie!" he said sounding worried.

"Go on fuck off back to trout face!" I yelled.

I saw tears in his eyes as he passed me. His face looked shocked and he was shaking.

"You won't send those pictures will you?" he whimpered sniffing back a tear.

"No not unless I get bored." I hissed.

"Please don't."

I narrowed my eyes.

"You had sex with Jenny and Lin. Then you have the nerve to divorce me. I just hope you can live with yourself, you fucking prick!" I hissed viciously.

I slammed the door in his face, and pinned myself against it in case he had finally grown some balls and tried to get back in. I panted hard due to the energy I had spent. Gradually I let my tense body relax. It was 5 minutes before I left the front door.

Then I jumped out of my skin as the doorbell rang.

"Oh shit!" I moaned under my breath.

"Fuck off!" I yelled.

"Julie, it's me, Clive."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

I smiled as I opened the door. My face soon dropped.

"What's she doing here?" I snapped.

I felt a hard slap land on my face, and clutched at my burning cheek. I looked into her grinning eyes.

"God I've wanted to do that for so long," she said with a sneer.

"Where are you going? Get out of my house!" I yelled as she pushed past me.

Clive stepped into the doorway. 

"Clive, get her out of here!" I pleaded.

He grabbed my arm and almost lifted me up. I was marched into the lounge before he let go.

I looked between them, feeling shocked and frightened.

Clive was quite expressionless. But she stood there, with a big smug grin on her face.

"What do you want?" I asked cursing my voice for breaking up.

"Scared Julie? You should be."

"Get out," I said swallowing hard.

Her eyes ran up my clothes.

"Look at you, dressed like a tart, but then you always do."

I saw a knowing grin between her and Clive that frightened me even more. 



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 12



"What do you want Jenny?"

She moved forward and took a deep breath.

"I think it is time you had a few hard lessons in life. You have fucked up your own marriage, Lin and Mike are on the verge of divorce, and mummy won't speak to you. Oh and of course, you won't get any inheritance either, out of all those things I bet that hurts you the most," she sneered.

"Fuck Lin and Mike, besides he could have stayed away. So why shouldn't I get even with her? She and you fucked Barry, Lin told me herself."

"Oh so that hurts does it? Well let's just think for a minute. All those nights you thought he was playing darts. He was with me, for two years Julie, we have been having sex," she said with a self satisfied grin.

"So what's to stop me telling Greg," I hissed back.

She crossed her arms and tossed her hair back like Joan Collins in a stupid Dynasty episode.

"He knows he was there. In fact Barry and I hardily fucked at all. He liked Greg and me to tease him."

"You're a liar Jenny he would never do that behind my back," I spat.

"No? Sometimes we would make him lick me as Greg and I screwed. We even used to tease him, and he loved it. Now and then he would lick me afterwards, Christ I didn't even have to ask him!"

I was close to lashing out at the cow, but Clive distracted me, he was unplugging my computer.

"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped moving forward.

Jenny caught my ankle with her foot and I went sprawling on the floor.

"He's taking it away. Barry told me what you intended to do, he begged me to help. So we told him to have his fun with you, then Clive and I would take your computer away."

I went to get up but felt a sharp pain on the back of my hand. Jenny had pinned my hand to the floor using the heel of her shoe. The stiletto dug in threatening to burst through my hand. I felt her grip hold of my hair and she yanked my head up. "Ouch!" I screamed.

"Oh poor Julie does that hurt some? Well it's going to get a damn sight worse bitch!"

Clive was on his way out of the door with my computer, why the hell he was helping her was beyond me at that point. Still the computer was the least of my worries. I could feel tears forming, and Jenny would love to see me cry.

"Please let go, you can take the computer, have it. Ouch!"

She pulled hard on my hair again. I couldn't ease the pain due to her heel still pinning my hand to the floor.

"Oh is that a tear Julie? Shame Lin and Mike aren't here to see you bawl your head off. Now this is my victory, I must admit you really pissed me off from time to time. So whose Queen Bee now Julie? Whose number one? This is it, the end of the game, I'm about to win, and you are going to grovel at my feet!"

She yanked hard again until I was looking into her eyes, they opened wide; I swear I could see the devil in there! She threw my head down. I just had enough strength to stop it crashing against the floor. Despite trying not to I began to cry. She moved her foot off my hand. I quickly grabbed it to my stomach, and nursed it with my other hand. I sat there sobbing for a few minutes with my head bowed. I knew she was looking down at me. No doubt she was revelling in every second of my misery.

"What have you done?"

"Oh she'll live Clive, shame though it is!" she spat.

"How can you let this happen?" I bawled looking up at Clive.

"Julie you are your own worst enemy. I've had to put up with you for years, all your bitching, teasing, and trying to turn your mother against me. God if you knew the trouble you caused between me and....."

I watched him turn away. Then to my surprise I saw Jenny rub his back comforting him. Then she kissed his cheek!

"What the fuck!" I screeched.

I saw Jenny slip her hand into his. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

"What is it Julie? Surely you guessed Clive and I had been seeing each other?"

I didn't have a fucking clue!

"You complete bastard! The pair of you accusing me, and you two, are...."

"It is just sex Julie. Since your mum put the plug in a couple of years ago. Well poor Clive has been getting nothing."

"Get out now or I'll tell her everything, everything!" I yelled.

"Oh and do you think she will believe you her slut of a daughter? You will say and do anything to get in her good books. You know I told her everything about you and what you did to Lin. She even begged me to help stop you wrecking Barry's chances with his new girlfriend."

I suppose Jenny had a point, I was hardily top of mums Christmas card list!

"Still enough talk, it's time you paid the price for fucking up people's lives."

I lashed out at her, but I felt Clive's strong grip catch my wrist before it made contact with her smug fucking face. I looked up shocked into his deep brown eyes.

"No! You need to learn what it's like to be on the receiving end for once," Clive snarled.

I could see the muscle in his cheek tighten as he clenched his teeth together. 

"Let me go you black..."

Again I was sent sprawling across the floor. This time it was Clive that landed a blow. 

"Get her up stairs lets do this bitch!" 

I looked shocked at Clive after his venomous words. It was like all the anger he had held back from his stepdaughter had finally surfaced. He bent down quickly and hauled me to my feet with ease. I was marched into the hall and up the stairs before I could react. Clive grunted as he threw me on the bed.

"No on the floor," Jenny spat grabbing a handful of my hair.

"Ouch!" I screamed.

I went crashing to the floor landing hard on my back. Jenny let go of my hair and as I went to get up, I felt her shoe scrape down the top of my head. She had trapped my hair to the floor and pinned me down.

"Strip her!" she snapped.

Clive dropped to his knees and threw my ankles apart. I felt him rip my dress open.

"Please don't do this, Clive you mustn't," I squealed.

"Oh stop bleating tart. Fuck her hard Clive."

"Please let me on the bed," I sobbed.

"Oh no the mattress will cushion the blow. No you are going to get it hard!" Jenny said with delight.

I felt my tights tear open. Then all of a sudden I saw 9 thick inches of black cock. I renewed my struggle. But Jenny just laughed as she pressed harder on my hair with her foot.

I looked up into Clive's eyes, I was hoping for one last chance to plead with him. His face was taut as he shuffled further between my splayed legs.

"This will teach you bitch! I hope he splits you wide open," Jenny growled.

Clive began rubbing his massive cock against my slit. He pushed in a little as I cried out. I could feel my poor pussy stretching as he pushed harder. I gasped and panted trying to cope as inch after inch pushed into me, until he stopped.

"All the shit I've had to take from you, you never liked me have you?" Clive moaned.

"I'm sorry, please take it out, it, it hurts," I sobbed.

"Oh poor little Julie, snobby cow can't take daddy's dick."

I ignored Jenny's words. I saw a mad look in Clive's deep brown eyes. Then I winced and cried out.

"Did you have to ram it in all at once?" I said sniffing back a tear.

He grinned down at me, and then looked at Jenny.

"He didn't," she said with a look of delight.

I got the rest in one swift movement. It almost caused me to pass out with the pain. He just stopped again with his cock buried deep in my poor cunt. I could feel his balls resting heavy on my ass.

"Don't Clive, please don't, it hurts!" I screeched in panic.

He smiled down. But it was Jenny who spoke.

"You have fucked so many people up you deserve this Julie. Clive is going to fuck you hard. It's a shame you won't get to enjoy it. It took me 3 or 4 fucks before it didn't hurt anymore, but after all that's the point here, we want it to hurt!"

I shrieked out as he began to move. I just as well have been a virgin because that's what I felt like! I panted hard which caused Jenny to giggle.

"They tell pregnant women to do that, but I can tell you from experience it doesn't help a great deal."

She took her foot off my hair and moved away. Clive now fell forward and tried to kiss me.

"No you fucking don't! This is her punishment just screw the tart!" Jenny spat.

Clive lifted his head away from me. I saw his white teeth clench together. He had upped the pace, putting real force into it. I began to cry out again and again, due to the increase of pain between my legs. Jenny knelt down next to Clive.

"Kiss me darling," she purred.

I watched through tear stained eyes as the kissed passionately. When they broke she looked down at me.

"This is my finest hour Julie. I'm 'Queen Bee' now," she said with a smug grin.

I watched her lips pout, and before I realised what she was doing I received an eyeful of spit.

"I'll go and put the kettle on," she told Clive.

I wiped her spit from my eye that had mixed with my tears.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

I felt Clive tugging at my clit until he began lightly teasing it. Suddenly the pain was second to the arousal I was feeling. 

"Kiss me," I whispered, "before she comes back."

He looked over his shoulder, and then back to me like he was weighing things up.

"Go on Clive, it's me your little girl."

"No you bitch!" he hissed.

"Please, I know you have wanted me for years, and you're rubbing me. You want me to cum too don't you darling," I whispered.

He looked over his shoulder again.

"It's a shame you didn't do this that day I was in fancy dress. You remember that school uniform don't you?"

I had snaked my finger between us and began toying with my clit. He looked at me a little surprised.

"Well you want me to enjoy it a little don't you," I purred.

"Fuck Julie you are unbelievable!" he panted.

"All those wasted years when you could have been fucking me. Let me up now and we'll get rid of her. Clive I can take my mums place. I'm I better fuck than Jenny, you'll soon see darling," I cooed.

He looked back to the bedroom door. I winced as his cock jabbed into me.

"Am I a better fuck than Jenny? What about mum? All those times we were alone. You could have been doing me. Kiss me Clive; I'm going, to...."

His head dropped, and our lips met. I groaned on the kiss and finally his tongue slipped into my mouth. I watched his eyes open wide. The surprised look on his face was soon replaced with panic, and then pain. I let go as soon as I tasted blood. He pulled away grabbing his mouth. He groaned and I saw a trickle of blood seep through his fingers. I pushed my knee into his chest and shoved with all my might. I cried out with pain again as his cock disappeared from my stretched pussy. But I was determined; I kicked my stiletto heel right into his balls. He didn't know what to grab first, his bloodied mouth or his hurting bollocks! My victory was short lived. Jenny had grabbed my hair and was pulling hard. I was soon on my back and she gripped the hollows of my cheeks with her fingers.

"OK you cow. Clive will be back to put you on the fucking train at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning. So pack your stuff, and if I ever see you again I'll shitting well kill you!"

I felt a sharp blow between my legs from her right foot. I doubled up in pain, and curled up on the floor.

The house was quiet a few minutes later, apart from my occasional sobs.

I was packed and ready to go when Clive turned up.

"Mum not coming to wave me off then?" I said with a sarcastic tone.

He picked up my bags without a word. 

"Well thanks for the lift Clive. Well you could at least wish me luck, or has a cat got your tongue?" I chuckled.

"Just get out and go," he said with a wince.

"Your lucky I didn't bite it off," I spat viciously. 

"Julie!" I turned round the packed London station. There he stood Uncle Alan, in a navy pinstripe suit. We hugged and kissed. Alan was 53 years old, with black hair and blue eyes. He was slim, and around 5'9" tall, he always had a real devilish smile, like he could see something about you that maybe he shouldn't, something you tried to hide. I suppose that was why he was so successful. 

"So, how is my favourite niece?" he said with a grin.

I smiled, although I had tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Don't worry I'll look after you," he said smiling warmly.

His house was immaculate, full of antiques, and good quality furniture. It sat in 4 acres of well kept grounds, right on the edge of London. The whole area was dripping in money and my uncle was slap bang in the middle! I was gob smacked by it. I mean I knew he was a top solicitor, but I never dreamed he was this well off. I didn't see much of him for the first three days, but two days before Christmas he was home all day. He took me shopping in London, and before I knew it I had a girl in one department store for two hours as my personal assistant! I tried on countless outfits and before I realised it everything was being put into bags.

"Um, my uncle won't like all this, I mean...."

"Madam my instructions are to ring up everything you try on," she said with a smile.

"No I can't have all of this, he'll kill me!" I shrieked.

"I'll kill you if you don't."

"Uncle I, I just tried things on, I never said I, I, wanted them all," I stammered.

"What's the damage Clare?"

"£2,356 Mr Harrison," she announced without blinking an eye.

I watched him look around the shop.

"Get that in her size too. Now come on Julie we'll go for a coffee while they load the car."

I trailed numbly behind him, and looked up at the short slinky black dress he had pointed out. I swallowed at the price tag £499!"

I sat in my room staring at all the packages on my bed. My mind was floating somewhere in the clouds. The cook was dismissed after dinner was served, and we sat in the lounge. By the time the second bottle of wine had been consumed, I had spilled the beans on what had happened. Well not everything, but let's just say I gave my uncle my side of the story. How I had to put with Barry screwing around behind my back, and everyone thought it was my fault! I even forced a few tears to make a good show. 

"Well don't worry Julie, you can stay here as long as you want," he said lifting my chin.

"But I haven't got a job, and you have bought me all those nice things."

"Well perhaps you can do something for me. I could pay you to look out for things, and for me. How does £500 a week sound?"

My jaw hit the floor!

"Tomorrow I shall put a special gift on your bed to wear Christmas morning, then you can bring me a cup of tea and we'll open your Christmas gifts together."

"Really you don't need to buy me anything else, and £500, I...."

He put a finger on my lip to shut me up.

"You are my niece and if you come to me in your Christmas gift, then well, you will never want for anything again."

I felt him kiss my cheek, and then he pulled away then stopped. His eyes looked at my lips, and before I knew it he had planted a soft kiss on them!

So Christmas morning arrived. I got up and went to my own bathroom. I showered and brushed my teeth.

£500 a week I thought. 



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 13



I knocked on Uncle Alan's bedroom door. 

OK he would get a cup of tea. But did he really expect me to wear all that stuff he had left on the bed?

I mean I'm his bloody niece for god sake!

"Come in," he answered.

His smile dropped as I walked in. 

I stood at the side of his bed and put the cup down.

"I didn't like the bra, and I can't stand thong pants. As for stockings, well, I prefer tights. Not only that you are my uncle. So if you don't like the way I'm dressed now, then we can't possibly live under the same roof."

His eyes rolled up my mink coloured pantyhose encased legs. He lingered on my shave fanny for a while, and then he continued up to my naked breasts, that had written on them in lipstick, 'HAPPY XMAS UNCLE'.

"Why don't you crawl in next to me, I'd hate for you to catch a cold," he said with a grin.

I smiled back and pulled back the sheets. I curled into his chest and we kissed.

"Happy Christmas uncle," I purred.

"Oh it will be now my dear," he responded.

We kissed again, although this time it was far more passionate. God I thought I had really landed on my feet here. I lay on his bare chest and generally sucked up to him. Well for £500 a week wouldn't you?

I kissed his chest feeling something rise between us. He gently stroked my hair. I opened my legs a little, allowing his stiffening dick to push along the gusset of my tights. He moved a hand onto my backside and pushed his cock up against my ass. He gently rubbed it into my tights.

"Now it seems to me you didn't tell me the complete truth last night."

I looked at his face.

"Now as my niece I will have to treat you as you deserve from time to time. I expect you to do everything in your power to please me. Is that understood?"

"Of course Uncle Alan," I replied obediently.

"I know more about what happened than you might think. You behaved like a tart, and I hear you even fucked an old man."

I wasn't sure what to say for awhile.

"But he had a video of me with a...."

"That is not the point Julie; you behaved like a whore, is this true?"

I swallowed hard. He was still rubbing his dick against my pantyhose covered ass.

"Yes uncle," I said faintly.

"So you are a dirty whore who should expect to be treated as such. Am I correct young lady?"

"Yes uncle," I said finally.

"Then I think you had better give me my gift now."

I looked into his eyes not really sure what he wanted.

"Whores like you suck cock don't they?"

I slipped under the sheets and kissed the tip of his cock. I plunged my mouth over his hard prick and sucked for a few seconds. I heard him groan.

"Like that uncle?" I asked in a childish voice.

"Like that Julie," he responded.

I sucked him for a few minutes, caressing his balls at the same time. Slowly I could sense his excitement building.

"I want you to swallow it, just like a whore," he moaned.

He took me by surprise as a warm jet hit the back of my throat. I tried to pull off but he held my head firmly. I choked and gagged from under the sheets, but I did swallow all of it, like any good niece should do for her uncle!

I was hot from being trapped under the sheets. I looked up into his eyes as I crawled back up from his cock.

"Now my tea has gone cold, go and make us both a fresh one."

I picked up the cup and walked to the door.

"Julie, I expect a fuck after our cup of tea," he called.

"Of course uncle," I replied not turning back.

We drank our tea and I cuddled into him again. The thought of all that money I could earn, just by fucking him now and then had my head spinning. I played with his cock for ages until he was hard. I kissed his lips and generally made all the running. He seemed happy to just let me suck up to him. 

I went back under the covers and licked up his shaft.

"My balls need attention too, see to it," he ordered sharply.

"Of course uncle," I replied, "uncle?"

"Yes."

"They are a bit sweaty, could you wash them first?"

"Use your tongue!" he spat.

He pulled my head mashing my face into his balls. He laughed wickedly.

"Julie you must understand your place. I am very fond of you, and as long as you are here and taking my money, then I shall treat you as I wish. I expect you to fuck with whoever I choose, and they will demand a lot worse from you than kissing sweaty balls. You will do anything they ask without batting an eyelid. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Uncle Alan," I said licking his smelly balls.

He chuckled, and then started to tell me what he expected. I was to appear more like his girlfriend when we went out in public. But some of his friends that visited would know I was his niece, he would touch me up in front of them, he might even tell me to finger myself so they could watch. I was definitely expected to let them fuck me, or worse if they desired! He made it quite clear he was in charge, and I would only speak to his friends if they spoke to me. I would never disagree with him, and always speak glowing of my love for him. He was to be my god, my master, and my lover!

The part that swayed me the most was my pay rise! If I behaved as he wanted my money would double at Easter, then again on his birthday in August. I was free to walk away any time with the money he gave me. But if I stayed until next Christmas I would receive a £20,000 bonus. The following year it would be £30,000 and so on.

I ripped open my tights for him and I felt his cock slide into me. As he fucked me I tried to add up how much I could earn in the first year. I groaned when I thought I needed to, after all I had to make it good for my favourite uncle, didn't I?

We slept for awhile and although I hadn't cum I was more than happy to lie in his arms.

I wore the slinky black dress, black tights, with red high heels. I had ripped out the lining so the crochet dress hid nothing. I think he approved, especially as I had pulled my nipples through the holes so they were completely exposed!

I loaded the dishwasher after our turkey dinner. That's when I felt a hole being torn into my tights. I just braced myself and stayed bent over, as Uncle Alan fucked me hard from behind, he pinched my large brown nipples until we both came!

"Now my love time for your gift, go and change your tights and come into the hall."

I put on black fashion tights with dots all over them, and then went back to the hall. The large grandfather clock chimed. I gazed at it and back to Alan. He pulled my nipples back through the dress rubbing them until they hardened again. I heard a car pull up outside. I shrunk back a little.

"Don't worry they won't say anything," Alan grinned and gave my pussy a rub, pushing my tights into my soaked cunt.

I took a deep breath as he opened the front door. At first I gasped at the two young men. I then looked at the two cars they stood next to. A blue BMW convertible and a red BMW convertible, both had pink ribbons on.

"Well which one my darling?" Alan whispered in my ear.

I just stood like a twat looking from one to the other. I don't think the two men minded my indecision. 

"Well Julie?" he asked.

"The, r, red one," I stammered, in disbelief.

He pointed to the car and then gestured for the two men to approach. If I hadn't have been so shell shocked I would have covered myself up.

"Take off your dress Julie. Gentlemen my niece will be happy to give you a blowjob for your time and trouble, right here."

I looked over my shoulder more than a little shocked. Alan nodded at me.

"But, here on the, doorstep?" I questioned. 

He nodded unwavering.

I pulled my dress up and over my head.

"On your knees Julie," my uncle instructed.

I was soon holding one cock and sucking another, changing between the two hard dicks. My uncle just stood watching from behind. I slobbered, and sucked for all I was worth, until I choked as my mouth filled with cum. The next man quickly took the first mans place, and within a minute I was swallowing another mouthful. 

My uncle was soon in on the act, but he just tossed himself off. He pulled my hair so my face was upturned, until he spattered all over my cold face. All this had happened on the doorstep! I was glad the house could not be seen from the road. But fuck was I cold!

He whispered into my ear. I dug my fingers into my soaked smelly cunt, pushing the nylon in. The two men had a nipple each that they sucked, and generally tormented. My shaking legs could barely hold my quivering body up. I came and came trying my best not to scream out on my fingers, which had buried themselves up to my knuckles, in my hairless cunt! 

The two men disappeared in the blue car, and my uncle pulled me to my shaking feet.

His cold hand went into my tights, and he teased my bulging clit for a few minutes. Then I was made to stand outside in the freezing cold! He came back 5 minutes later. I was cuddling myself I was so cold. He took me inside then bent me over in the still open doorway. I screamed out after each of the 6 hard slaps that landed on my ass.

"If I tell you to give someone a blow job on the doorstep then you'll do it, clear?

"Yes uncle s, sorry uncle," I said rubbing my stinging backside.

We went for a drive in my new car an hour later. God did I love showing off in that!

When we got home he went to his study while I made us something to eat.

I flipped open my mobile phone. It was time to see how my friends had reacted to my Christmas gifts. I scrolled down the numbers, stopping and Carl's name. I had never phoned him but I had come close a few times. I made a mental note to delete his number. 

I smiled as I saw the name I was looking for. This would be my best Christmas, ever!



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 14



"Merry Christmas," I said happily.

"You fucking bitch! You slut! I hate your fucking guts!"

"Oh didn't you like the photos then?" I said with a chuckle.

"You have fucked up everything. I'll kill you, you fucking cow!"

"Guess I won then Jenny? Oh how is your mum taking it?"

"Is that her?" Jenny's mum shrieked in the background.

"I can't believe even you could do this, and on fucking Christmas day!" Jenny bellowed.

"Kicked Greg out yet?" I asked.

"Yes!" she cried.

"Oh shame, he was a good fuck, and your father wasn't too bad either," I said laughing.

I suppose I need to explain something here. I finally got Greg to mend my washing machine, four months after Barry and mum found me in the kitchen. I cried my eyes out on his shoulder about losing my husband. Then as I looked up into his eyes I knew I had him. I had worn a loose blouse, so Greg saw plenty of soft white flesh as I clung to him. I manoeuvred my lips to his and I was honestly surprised by the passion in his kiss. Before he could think what he was doing, I had his cock out, I began rubbing it up my short skirt on my naked cunt! I felt my buttons ping open and they scattered all over the kitchen. He was all over me now and my thoughts turned to Jenny. God was she going to be pissed!

"Oh Greg," I hissed lustfully.

He moaned and groaned as I slipped to my knees. I slobbered all over his cock, but not for long. I couldn't afford to let him think about what was going to happen, and then suddenly feel guilty. I dragged him by his hard dick into the living room. I pulled his hair roughly as I fell onto the couch. 

"Lick me baby," I pleaded.

I held his head hard against my sopping cunt, and allowed myself another smile as he licked greedily. I fumbled over the back of the couch, and found what I had been searching for. I pulled him further into my fanny, gasping to encourage him. 

"Oh shit that's good," I groaned.

He moved up and franticly forced his cock into me. I winced a little.

"Sorry," he panted.

"Do me hard," I gasped.

He banged me for all he was worth. I heard swearing, grunts, and heavy breathing. OK some of that was me. But Greg was a good fuck; something Jenny had told me when they first started dating. I felt myself on the verge of my own orgasm, as I pinched his dick with my pussy. We ended up coming together, swearing and cursing at each other. By the time we had finished we were covered in sweat. Gradually he got dressed and asked rather sheepishly, if he could see me again. I grinned and told him anytime! So that I hope explains that.

Back to my phone call with Jenny.

"Why couldn't you just drop dead," Jenny sobbed.

"Because I'm Queen Bee Jenny and you are fuck all!" I hissed.

I heard her mum shout at Jenny to give her the phone.

"You little tramp!"

"Oh shut up fatty," I snapped back.

"How dare you. I have been married 33 years, and you have just, thrown all that down the drain, you, you evil little madam!"

"I can't help it if your husband and son find me irresistible," I said casually.

I suppose this needs explaining as well. Jenny's father, Thomas, owned a shoe shop. I used to go there for my high heels, even when I was young. Now I used to tease Thomas, because he had been reported to the police for fondling some woman's foot a little more than he should. That was when Jenny and I were kids. It was all pretty well hushed up in those days but it was something I never forgot. I also must admit to enjoying letting him fit my shoes for me. I noted then that he seemed to hold my nylon clad foot, for longer than was really necessary. So a week after I seduced his son I started on Thomas. I went into his shop just before it closed.

"Hello Julie and how are you?"

There it was that little casual glance to see what I had on my feet. 

"Fine I'm looking for a pair of stilettos, something that will look a little sexy," I said.

"Well I was just about to close, but as it's you Julie, let's see what we can find."

I returned his grin.

"Now sexy you say?" he said with a slight quiver in his voice.

"Yeah, well when Barry and I were together, I sort of got out of the habit of wearing sexy shoes. Oh I have high heels but I want sexy high heels, the sort men like if you know what I mean?" I said with a devilish smile.

I could see he was a little flustered. I bet he couldn't believe his luck as I held my shoe close to his face.

"Well if you don't mind me saying, you always had good legs, and a shapely ankle Julie, the shoes would only add to their beauty," he said with a hard swallow.

I swung my stiletto under his nose. 

"Do you think so really?" I said batting my eyelids.

"Oh, ye, yes," he stammered.

He took the shoe from my hand. Oh sorry Thomas I hope my odour doesn't offend you?"

"Oh, no I've smelt a lot worse than these. Why you almost have a sweet, sweet aroma," he stammered again going red.

"Do I Thomas?" I gushed pushing my shoe to his nose. 

He was lost for words, but he sniffed trying to make light of it. He took my shoe to a rack behind a wall. I listened hard and heard him sniff several times! When he came back I slipped off my coat to reveal a bright red miniskirt 10 inches off my knee. I wore barely black tights and my one black court shoe with a 3 inch heel. In no time he was at my feet with boxes of shoes. His trembling fingers handled my feet like they were made of egg shell. I made sure to lift my leg higher than I needed to. His eyes flicked up my skirt several times, then on the third or fourth occasion, he must have seen that I wasn't wearing panties; he blushed and looked quite agitated. I paraded up and down the shop, feeling his eyes on me all the time. Then I pushed him further. As he began to pack a pair of shoes away, I left my nylon clad foot on his leg. I flexed my toes on his trousers. His eyes were glued to my toes. I rubbed further up his leg, until I pushed my pretty ruby painted toes onto his erection.

"You like that Thomas?" I whispered.

He panted then gasped.

"Just think how much better it would feel if your cock was out?"

"Oh Julie we, shouldn't," he moaned.

"Oh and why is that? I like it, and so do you. If you are scared of getting caught, then come to my house, tomorrow night at 8, and bring some sexy shoes."

"Ah, um," he groaned.

"Go on, for me Thomas, pretty please?" I said with an exaggerated pout.

I lifted my foot right under his nose. He glanced at me with an awkward smile on his face.

"Kiss my toes Thomas, I do so love that," I said softly.

I felt him gently kiss them. His eyes looked up my skirt, and I opened my other leg a little. His hand began to move up my leg. His shaking fingers made it to my knee before I pushed my foot in his face.

"That's very naughty Thomas," I said tapping my toes lightly on his face with every single word.

"I'll be there Julie," he panted, "at 8 o'clock you say?"

I had him tied to the bed with my worn pantyhose rammed in his mouth. I straddled his cock and bounced up and down. Then I pulled out my digital camera and began clicking away.

"Just a little memento," I said with a laugh at his worried face.

I put my face next to his, and kissed him taking another photo as I did. God his face was a picture when the doorbell went at 9 o'clock.

"Oh now who could that be then Thomas?" I chuckled.

I left him strung up to the bed and walked naked down the stairs. I looked through the spy hole, and saw Greg looking up and down the street.

I opened the door and his eyes lit up when he saw me. He pulled his coat off as he came in. He was all over me, and I felt a finger slip into my sloppy cunt.

"I couldn't wait darling, sorry," I moaned as he felt how wet I was.

I made him strip in the hall and took him upstairs.

His hands were all over me, until he saw his father tied to the bed. I rattled off several shots of gawping expressions before anyone could react.

"I thought we could have a little party, just the three of us," I explained with a wicked grin.

I told them what would happen if they didn't obey my command. So a few minutes later they sat on the edge of the bed, looking very frightened. I straddled Greg's dick and made Thomas take several pictures, then I jumped onto Thomas, and Greg snapped away. You should have seen the poor bewildered faces looking up at me, as I explained what they had to do.

"Julie you can't make us do this," Greg whimpered.

"You know I can down load these now, and send them to your computers. Now do this one little thing for me, and I'll keep quiet. I promise not to send them as long as you pay up."

"But how can we trust you?"

"You'll just have to Thomas. One payment only, £2000 each and I won't send them," I said with a smile.

"But do we have to do this? You'll get the money," Greg panted.

"Look you both wanted to fuck me and what would stop you confessing, and taking a chance with your wives? No this is my insurance now get in position," I snapped.

They looked at each other like they were both about to puke.

"We don't have any choice," Thomas told Greg.

"No you don't. I'm sure once Jenny and Harriet see these you'll be kicked out. So you see I really need you to do this one small thing for me."

They again looked at each other. The repulsion on Greg's face was quite something to see.

"I can't wait all day boys, now I suggest you think happy thoughts, that way it will be over quicker," I said trying to hide my amusement.

I watched them move on the bed totally defeated. In case you are wondering why they hadn't tried to over power me, I had shown them a few seconds captured on my mobile phone, Greg was licking my fanny on the couch, and Thomas was fondling my feet in the shop. Of course they believed me, when I told them I had a second phone, which I had sent the short video clips to.

I grinned deep in side as they moved into a 69. Greg was on the verge of tears as his fathers cock was just inches from his mouth. Greg jumped and shrieked as Thomas had already locked his lips around Greg's dick.

"Oh Thomas, have you done this before?" I goaded.

Greg was far more reluctant, but he soon realised he should get it over with as quickly as possible. I snapped away as the two men sucked, and slurped.

"Now remember boys I want to see cum on each of your faces, so no swallowing!" I said with a cruel laugh.

Thomas shot his load first, causing Greg to curse at him.

"Oh did you swallow some?" I asked teasingly.

I took a few pictures of Greg's face. In the end I had to give Greg a hand job until he splattered over Thomas.

"Now sit on the bed and smile," I instructed.

I waited but they just could manage any sort of a grin.

"Look maybe you should lick each other clean, you know, taste yourselves."

"Shit no!" Greg spat.

"Then fucking smile like you enjoyed it!" I yelled back.

I smiled and took several more photos until I let them clean up. Thomas came to my house a week later with £4000. He begged me not to send the pictures. 

"OK I won't." I said with my fingers crossed behind my back.

Back to Harriet on the phone.

"And as for the filth you made them do to each other!" she screamed.

"You know I think they enjoyed sucking each other, but the spunk shots over each others faces; well don't you think they looked cute? I bet you get all wet later on and finger your fat twat!"

"Oh I've never been so insulted in all my life!" she screeched back.

"Oh I find that hard to believe," I said with a chuckle.

I heard struggling, then Jenny's tearful voice.

"You bitch, you fucking slut!"

"Got to go now, I guess you're not going to wish me a happy Christmas then?"

I closed the phone with Jenny still screaming her stupid head off.

"Yes! Queen Bee!" I said punching the air. 

3 ½ years later I stood at the foot of the path. There she was knelt in the floor bed. I watched her for a few moments. She stopped digging with the trowel, just like she had been switched off. Her head turned slowly. She got to her feet. I watched her reaction as she looked at me.

"My god, Julie," she mumbled and looked nervously at her watch.

"Hi mum," I said softly. 

I saw her face drop to my stomach.

"Am I welcome?" I asked.

She didn't answer for awhile. She just looked me over.

"How far?" 

"Nearly 8 months now."

"Well, I suppose you should come in and rest. I'll make a drink."

"Mum you didn't answer my question," I said as she turned away.

"You are my daughter, and the last few years have been painful for me. I can never forgive you for upsetting so many people. If you have changed then even you should be given a chance," she said then walked to the house.

I followed her at a distance. 

"I see you're married again," she said looking at my wedding ring.

"Yes."

"And the baby is due soon. So you must be happy," she said still distant.

We said nothing for a time but she glanced at my bulge several times.

"So am I going to meet the father, your husband?"

"How is Clive?" I responded not wanting to answer her question. 

I shifted awkwardly in the kitchen chair.

"We separated two, two years ago," she said looking into her hands.

I sipped the tea, looking into her eyes. She still wasn't giving much away. Again she looked at her watch.

"Mum I, well, I can't think of an easy, way to say this. Well Uncle Alan. No Alan and I are quite fond of each, other," I swallowed and waited.

"Yes well he was always sweet on you," she said with a smile, and then slowly it dropped.

"Mum I know it'll be a shock at first," I said watching her reaction.

"No!" she spat.

"Please we love each other."

"No Julie don't,"

She looked down to my wedding ring.

"Oh no, you can't be married to your own uncle. It, it's against the law!"

"We pretend, besides we have the same surname," I said swallowing hard.

"No wonder he's hiding somewhere. God he's as bad as your father!" she spat viciously.

"Who is my father? Why won't you tell me?" I said with tears in my eyes.

She shook her head, and then got up from the kitchen table.

"I think you ought to go, and take that with you" she said with a tear staring at my bump.

"But what about my father, I have a right to know?"

"If you weren't pregnant I'd slap your face. How the hell could Alan do such a thing!" she snarled.

"Don't blame him," I sobbed.

"Well you would never take the blame for anything Julie!" she spat, "and how long will you to last?"

Her words were full of hate.

I flipped open my mobile phone.

"I'll meet you on the corner," I said.

I picked up my bag.

"Yes go on run, you're good at that. Fuck up everybody's lives then run!" she yelled.

I felt her grab my arm and twist me round to face her. Her eyes stared deep into mine, they looked fiery.

"OK you little bitch you want to know who your father was?"

She grabbed my shoulders so we faced each other.

"Well it was my father!" she hollered, and then waited for my reaction.

I stopped my struggle and covered my mouth with my hand.

"He used to come home drunk, and, rape me when my mother died. I was only 19 and he would just hold me down," she growled.

I tried to twist away from her.

"Oh it's different now, sorry Julie I thought we could all be one happy bloody family! Hell if your daddy was alive perhaps we could have a pretend joint wedding!" she yelled running out of breath.

I pushed her back.

"Julie!" a voice called behind me.

There he stood my ex-husband. His eyes focused on my swollen belly.

"Barry just let her go. She's not my daughter, and she never was a wife to you."

I straightened my coat, and looked between the both of them.

"So it is true. How is she Barry better than me?"

He went to move forward but she caught his arm, and shook her head.

"Don't worry mother I'm going. I heard you put the plug in; I bet that's why Clive left. Still you won't have to worry Barry's not that big."

She landed a blow to the side of my face. I quickly dropped my shocked expression, then took one last look at them and left.

"So it's true then?"

"Yeah Barry has shacked up with her. I told you it would work," I said tapping my bump."

Alan shook his head like he didn't approve.

"Oh and who enjoyed it when we stopped in the café on the way down? You loved it when we kissed outside, and those men stared at our baby," I chuckled.

"OK, I knew what they were thinking," he said with a smile.

"Yeah I bet they thought that you are a dirty old man, who had made me pregnant. Now stop here, this damn son of yours is beginning to annoy me."

Alan pulled over, and I went to freshen up. Ten minutes later I emerged from the motorway toilet. I passed the three old women that had stopped me and chatted happily, they smiled then, but now they were wearing frowns and trying to work something out. I smiled at the man who wolf whistled at me, then I looked straight at the women and stuck my tongue out at them. They looked back angrily at me. I walked confidently in my purple 5 inch stiletto heeled court shoes, white seamed tights, and purple figure hugging miniskirt that barely covered my ass. My braless large tits and dark brown nipples showed through my see-through white top. I knew they were wondering about me now. I dropped the bag I was carrying at their feet, and the large imitation baby bump spilled out. The women gasped, and muttered words of disapproval.

"Christ that thing was awful, I've got marks where the straps dug in," I grizzled.

Alan laughed, then cleared his throat and changed to a serious expression.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that Julie," Alan said.

"Oh and what did I do wrong?" I asked.

"You teased those poor ladies, and after they had told you how wonderful you looked, and asked about your baby."

"Was I bad then uncle?" I asked in my little girl voice.

"Yes, and you smiled at that man that whistled at you."

I slipped my hand onto his crotch, and found his straining cock as he started the car.

"You won't hurt me too much will you uncle?" I continued speaking childishly.

"Yes I'm going to punish you until I make you cry."

He pushed my head down onto his exposed cock. He held me there with force until I choked on his spunk! 



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 15



I cuddled into Alan on the sofa that evening. He had made me go topless as soon as we got home. He spent some time tormenting my big tits like he loves to do.

"Are you worried about your mum?"

"She'll be OK. Barry will look after her," I said pulling down his zip.

I caressed his cock in my hand. He did his usual trick of pretending not to be interested, even though he was rock hard! I didn't mind, this was all part of the game we had played for the last 3 ½ years.

"Can we go to bed darling?" I cooed as I kissed his ear softly.

"Not yet, you have some entertaining to do. Now, go and change into everything on the bed."

He could see by my face I wasn't too keen. He told me to put my white top back on. An hour later I could feel my tits jiggle as I went to answer the door. I stopped and looked at my reflection. My nipples could plainly be seen through my thin white blouse. I opened the door and was grabbed and spun round. A hand went over my mouth as my eyes opened wide with fright!

"Not a sound bitch or I'll fucking kill you!" 

I struggled but I was easily over powered. I was pulled out into the dark night, and quickly tossed into the back of a van. The door was slammed shut by a second man as the first held me tight. I heard the tyres screech on the drive, and I looked out of the back window to see the front door disappearing into the distance. I began to fear the worst as the streetlights outside soon became few and far between. The man just held his hand over my mouth and never spoke once. The van soon went off onto a country road, and there out the window, the glow of London's lights looked miles away. The van turned off the road and I could feel all the bumps along a country track. My mind raced with thoughts of my last days. What did they intend doing with me? Would I ever see my beautiful home again? The van drove straight into a barn, hitting something up front before we stopped. I was dragged out into the night and a door was kicked open. The man flung me on a bed in a small room with no windows, and just a bare light bulb. Before I could say anything the door slammed shut and a key was used on the other side. I sat on the bed and tears began to flow. Whoever these men were, they had a plan and seemed to be well organised. I don't know how long it was before the door burst open making me jump out of my skin.

"Please don't hurt me." I begged with a quavering voice.

"That depends on your daddy bitch. If he pays up then you go home. If not then you still go home, only on different days, one piece at a time!"

"Please he'll pay, don't hurt me," I sobbed.

He raised his hand.

"Stop fucking crying!" he snapped.

"OK," I hastily said as I cowered.

I watched his eyes drop to the hem of my short skirt. I tugged it down covering the control tops of my mink coloured tights. He grabbed my ankle and pulled it up into the air. I grabbed the side of the bed. I watched his leering eyes look up my short pleated grey schoolgirl's skirt. The man I was supposed to be entertaining at home wanted me dressed that way. The skirt was only 7 inches from the waist to the hem. In any circumstances I would have a hard job keeping my fanny covered. But my kidnapper had lifted my leg high off the bed, and he was staring straight at the crotch of my tights, or the shaved pussy that was on show underneath! I felt him slip my black stiletto court shoe with a 6 inch heel, back onto my foot. It had come off during the struggle in the back of the van. He dragged me easily to my feet.

10 minutes later I was secured to a hard kitchen chair. He gazed down at my thighs. I knew the control tops of my pantyhose could plainly be seen. I bowed my head as he stood over me. I saw the seam at the crotch of my pantyhose, peaking out from the hem of my skirt. A blinding flash made me blink and the noise from the camera spewing out the instant picture cut through the silence. He dropped it on the floor and we both watched it develop. I froze with terror as his index finger went up my skirt. He ran it slowly a long the underside of the hem. I could hear his breathing close to my ear. I waited for him to grab at my cunt.

"NO!" I screamed.

Much to my surprise he flicked up the hem of my skirt. My shaved fanny under my mink tights was now exposed to him, and his accomplice.

"Hey she's not wearing panties, and she's fucking shaved dude. God look at those fanny lips." the other man said.

I closed my eyes in shame and deep humiliation. They had forced my legs down the outside of the chair, and then tied my ankles to the back legs of the chair. The result being I couldn't close my legs.

"Does your daddy know your cunt is shaved?"

"He's my uncle, I, I live with him," I sobbed.

They both grinned as my tears fell. The first man knelt down and positioned the camera level with my pussy. He took another photo from only a foot away. I couldn't stop my sobbing.

"Oh don't worry princess; you just better hope we send the other one too!"

"Hey dude do you reckon uncle shags her?"

I screwed my eyes up.

I jumped as the first man lifted my head up. I was shaking uncontrollably, my mouth hung open as he glanced over to his mate then back at me.

"Is that right darling, does your uncle give you his cock to suck?" he said with a grin.

"Bet he shaves her man, and then fucks her in front of his wife."

I heard him laugh excitedly.

"Yeah look at that cunt gaping open. Christ her fucking clit sticks out!" he said with a grin.

The other man moved forward. They both knelt down staring straight between my legs from no more than 2 feet away!

"Why don't we do her as well man? Come on you went inside, her uncle put you there! That's what this is all about man. Come on dude I bet she goes like a rabbit!"

"I don't know, all we want is the money, doing her that'll complicate things," the first man said.

"Christ man she's not wearing a bra! Look how big and juicy they are!" he gasped excitedly.

"No we stick to the plan, I'll take him the photos you watch her," he said.

"Oh yeah dude, I can sit here and watch that fanny all night!"

I watch his eyes leave mine and drop to my cunt. I closed my eyes in disgust at his blatant leer.

"Don't touch her!" the first man snapped gripping the other mans throat.

I watched them lock eyes. Then the first man shoved the other back.

"Hey, I'm cool, I'm cool," he said rubbing his neck.

The first man walked away and took a look back at his accomplice then left.

"So you let your uncle do you?"

I sat there shaking as he walked behind me.

I felt his hands on my shoulders. I jumped and tried in vain to shrug him off. He moaned lustfully and his hands slipped into my blouse.

"Don't!" I sobbed as he mauled roughly at my tits.

"Answer me then," he said licking my neck.

I nodded frantically, hoping he would stop.

"Hey princess you ever had black dick?" he moaned still groping my breasts.

I nodded only slower.

"Yes, once," I whispered praying I was saying the right thing.

I heard his heavy shoes move on the floorboards, and there he stood with a gigantic hard on! He grabbed my hair and pushed his thick, black, cock, in my mouth. I gagged as his enormous head made me choke. He pulled off as we heard the van come back. The door burst open and there stood the first man. His face was full of rage.

"Well dude?"

"He won't pay. He said she's more trouble than she's worth!"

"NO!" I screamed.

"Get her in the bedroom. Let's have some fun!" 

I was cut loose and dragged upstairs. They both stood watching as I was made to strip everything off for them. I sobbed quietly as they pushed me onto the bed. The white man went first. He pushed himself into me. I cried out as he began fucking me.

"Please don't kill me," I cried softly into his ear.

"Your uncle doesn't want you. But maybe you could live a little longer if you became our whore. How does that sound bitch?"

I screwed my eyes tight, and I nodded.

"Good girl the right option," he snarled then dragged his tongue over my face.

He began stroking harder and faster. I just hoped I could cope long enough to find a way to escape. He shot his load grunting and hissing in my ear. He told me I belonged to him, and I was going to have to do everything he said.

"I will," I sobbed in defeat.

I screamed with pain as the black man shoved hard into me. I had never had a cock that big inside of me before, apart from Clive. My fanny stretched to new limits. He was as rough as the other man, who was now watching my body being abused again. I felt lips on my neck as I tried my best to cope with the pain between my legs. The lips began sucking hard on my soft skin. I knew the love bite would last for days. He grunted and groaned. He hadn't been fucking me very long, but I was sure that in the near future, he would take his time to maximise my humiliation. When he pulled out I felt something being pushed into my poor cunt. It wasn't a cock, it was too soft. I sat up and there was the white man ramming my pantyhose right up me! I felt his finger pushing into my fanny, making sure they went as deep as he could get them. It felt strange and all through my years of playing with tights I had never done this to myself before. I was tied to the bed and the light went out. They had gone downstairs, leaving me to cry the night away, strangely comforted by the ball of nylon between my legs, which stopped my fanny leaking spunk!

I awoke in the early hours, to see the two men stood over me. I panicked pulling my bound wrists.

"We have to move before someone comes looking for you," the white man said.

I felt a couple of fingers pulling the nylon out of my sticky pussy. I shuddered as the tights slowly left me one leg at a time. The white man untied my wrists and I sat up rubbing them. 

"Put them on scrubber," the black man said holding them under my nose.

I looked shocked at his order. My eyes trailed up the sopping spunk stained tights. I watched the black man hold them to his nose and he sniffed twice. He moved them away screwing his face up.

"Hey fishy fanny, I bet all the cats in the neighbourhood can smell your stinky twat," he chuckled and pressed them against my face.

The white man smirked as I tried to pull away. God they smelt very fishy, and they felt damp and sticky.

"Come on we can't fuck about, get dressed," the white man ordered.

"I don't want to wear them, please don't make me," I mumbled already knowing the answer.

As I put my foot in the cold damp tights I shuddered. When I pulled them up my legs I could feel some areas worse than others, wet, cold, sticky, and dry. The white patches covered my legs as I looked down. I shuddered with repulsion at my own legs, or the feeling of the pantyhose, that once gave me so much pleasure. I put on the rest of my clothes, they looked ridiculous now, my schoolgirl uniform on a women nearly thirty years old! I was sandwiched between the two men in the front of the van. The black man flicked the hem of my schoolgirl grey pleated skirt up. I had to keep it up exposing my fanny under the nylon tights all the way on our journey.

"God you stink!" the white man spat as he rolled down the window.

I lowered my head in shame as the black man laughed at me. I saw the mess my tights were in. Spunk patches, and wet horrid stains all over my thighs!

The dark early morning sky had begun to lighten a little. I guessed it was around 5.30 now. I was still shaking a little as we went back to London. I didn't know where we were, but seeing the city again eased my mind a little. I tried to pull my hem down a little at a time. The black man noticed and got angry. I pulled it back up hoping to appease him. He seemed to know this.

"Not good enough babe," he snapped.

I felt him undo a button on my blouse. He pulled the left side of my see-through blouse under my left breast, so the whole of my left tit was exposed. As we drove on several drivers coming towards us noticed. Some looked shocked, others grinned, and the sick ones tooted their car horns! We pulled up in a street and they dragged me into the back of the van. I couldn't work out what they wanted. I saw two cocks being pulled and after several minutes two big loads of white spunk splattered on my feet and legs! I was given a piece of paper and the white man pointed to a shop about 50 yards down the road. My mouth dropped open as he explained what I had to do.

I could feel the cold breeze on my exposed tit and nipple as I walked shaking down the street. Even the spunk stains on my tights felt colder out in the fresh air! So there I was out in public, a 29 year old woman dressed as a schoolgirl! My tiny skirt that barely covered my ass and pussy, my see-through white blouse that had been opened to let my left tit hang out, and my 6 inch stiletto heeled court shoes clacking along the pavement! 10 yards from the shop a middle-aged man cycled towards me. He had already heard my heels echoing round the empty street. His eyes had focused on my breast and huge erect nipple.

"Hello darling, been out fucking all night!" he spat with a nasty tone.

I cringed as he leered at my bouncing tit.

"God look at all that spunk over your tights you dirty slag!"

I pushed hard on the shop door, even though it had closed on it. I went from one leering set of eyes to another. The owner of these was a 60 something Pakistani man.

He just grinned at me and took the note from my trembling fingers.

"You cannot pay?"

I shook my head. His cock was already out and hard as he came from behind the counter. He picked a few items on the list, putting them into a carrier bag. He eyed my body from time to time.

"Is that fresh seed on your legs?"

I nodded feeling my legs shaking, and my red eyes watering.

"Condoms, large?"

I closed my eyes knowing the response I had to give him.

"M, my boyfriend is very, b, big," I stammered thickly.

He licked his lips.

"And you take him up your cunt, like a white slut!"

"Yes whenever he wants, me," I blurted out.

He slipped the condoms into the bag.

"You have to get the magazine from the top shelf. Use the steps," he said panting.

My eyes flicked through the many porn magazines, until I spotted the title that had been written on the paper. He was close behind me as I climbed 3 steps up the ladder. I felt his lips kissing up my skirt right on the crack of my ass. I grabbed the porn book feeling his cock on the back of my tights. His wet tongue pushed my tights into my ass, and a finger wriggled slowly in my pussy.

"Such a pretty ass," he groaned.

I stayed up the ladder for the next 2 minutes, as he forced the nylon into my ass and cunt. I closed my eyes, feeling repulsion at being treated like a whore! He moaned and groaned as my silent tears stained my exposed breast. He began to grunt and strain, as I felt his hot spunk splatter on the backs of my nylon clad legs.

I quickly moved down the steps as he backed away. I rammed the magazine into the bag and rushed to the door as fast as my 6 inch heels would let me. Back out on the street I had another shock. It had become very light now. I could hear more traffic down the end of the street. I cursed my heels for clacking as I rushed towards the van. My tit was now bouncing in a more exaggerated fashion due to my haste. I could hear a car behind me; I knew it had slowed down. I was only half way to the van as the horn blew. I jumped but kept my eyes focused ahead. That's when I saw the two men off to work I assumed. They had just passed the van and I was already the centre of their attention. They looked shocked at my appearance. I could feel spunk trickling down my tights from all three men. It wasn't until they passed me I heard one call me a sexy tart! I rushed on, and then I saw a woman coming towards me. She looked to be in her fifties and a real fat battle axe type. She was already looking down her nose at me.

"You slut, you give women a bad name!" she hissed.

I felt her spit land on my face as we passed. I was crying as I reached the van. A car driver whistled at me as he passed. The black man got out and I rushed into the centre seat of the van. I wiped the spit from my face.

"You OK?" the black man asked.

"Just get in we've got to go," I snapped.

I took the black man to the doorstep and dropped to my knees. I slobbered on his cock until he choked me with hot cum. I licked him clean and gave his cock a long slurping kiss! I tucked him away and did up his flies. 

"Think about what I said," I whispered so the other man couldn't hear.

He nodded.

"See you Alan," he called back into the house.

"By Clive," my uncle called back. 

I smiled at Clive hoping he would help.

..............................................

OK I bet most of you guessed but I'm sure not all of you did. Once a month for the last year my stepfather (mum and Clive are still married) has been visiting for a little fun with my uncle and I. The farm house is his, well its closer to Farnborough where he works at his clinic. The Pakistani in the shop is an acquaintance of my uncle; he really is sweet but a dirty old man all the same. He's had me a few times now. He loves sticking his gross little tongue up my ass! And as for the people in the street who knows? But I bet they loved seeing a sexy tart like me that time of the morning, a part from that fat cow! My uncle likes his favourite niece being helpless, and so do I! And the pantyhose stuffing, that was great too!

.............................................

I curled up next to my uncle after taking a long bath. We talked about the night's events, and Clive's stupid fake accent that I could hardly keep from laughing at. My uncle slipped between my legs, and fucked me hard.

"What are you doing?" he asked afterwards.

I pushed a fresh pair of tights up my soaked fanny.

"I thought you might like me to wear them later," I replied with a sexy grin.

He smiled back and we cuddled, and then we slept until lunch time.



Julie's Pantyhose Sex Ch. 16



 Thanks once again for the support and Emails, they have given me the encouragement to finish the 'Julie Story' as most of you seem to call it. This was my first attempt at a story, and I hope to write something else soon. This is the last chapter, and I thought I'd give you 3 endings to choose from. My favourite is number 2. Number 3 I'm still not happy with, but I thought some of you might think this ending was more fitting. 

    SYLVIA              

I walked into the bedroom naked. He eyed me from the bed with a grin. I crawled up the bed, kissing my way up his legs until I covered his cock with my mouth. He moaned as I sucked, groaning lustfully on his dick.

"Come on I want to fuck you," he said lifting my chin.

I smiled excitedly as I moved up the bed. I opened my legs for him and he pushed in.

"Oh yeah," I groaned encouraging him.

He began fucking me. He seemed a little more intense than usual.

"What are you thinking about?"

He looked down at me; his face looked a little worried. He forced in deeper, which made me wince.

"I thought you might like a one-off payment, say £30,000."

My eyes opened in shock.

"Look at it as a final payment," he said again pushing deeper.

I pushed my hands against his chest stopping him.

"Why? Are you kicking me out?" I asked worried.

"No Julie I'd never do that. But if you stay you get the extra money, and everything left to you in my will."

He pinned my arms to the bed with a little more force than usual. He began pushing into me again, slow but hard. Everything in his will I said to myself.

"But why, what's up?"

"My dad couldn't have been your father. He had a vasectomy after I was born. I found the papers and the test certificates."

I looked up shocked into his eyes. He started to hump me again.

"I watched him with your mother several times, through the crack in the door." he panted. 

I swallowed thinking of Alan stood looking on. I suppose he was too scared to stop it happening.

"Well, she must have had a boyfriend then."

"No she was too frightened. Dad would have gone mad at her," he whispered.

"But what is all this about? Why do you want to kick me out?"

"I don't my darling," he groaned then started fucking me again.

"You aren't making any sense," I said puzzled.

I struggled harder trying to stop him.

"One night I watched him forced her, then he went to his room and passed out drunk," he said panting into my ear.

"So, you went to comfort her, right?"

"No not exactly, she pulled me on top of her, and we...."

"Go on," I said slowly, feeling my body tremble.

"9 months later she had you."

"Oh Jesus!" I said distantly.

My head was spinning with his confession. All the time he was still fucking me deeply. He was getting a real sick thrill out of his words. It must have been this that had got him so turned on. I didn't resist, I just took it. I was so shocked all I could do was cry silent tears.

I tried to turn my head from his advancing lips. He held me and kissed me hard. All I could think of was he was my father! Would this explain all the expensive gifts when I was a child? Is this why he never married? In case everything came out!

"Does mum know?" I questioned bitterly.

He gave me a little sly grin. God he was enjoying this, fucking his own daughter!

"No of course, I never told her, and she never had sex with anyone else. With dad and me doing her she couldn't, she was too ashamed."

He began ramming harder and harder. I struggled now but I was no match for him.

"So what is it to be? We carry on and you eventually get everything? Or do you walk away?"

He began grunting, and buried his mouth into my neck.

"Call me daddy?" he hissed in my ear.

I felt him shudder and he groaned long and hard.

"You could come off the pill," he panted, "you would be mother to your own fathers baby!"

He left me on the bed. I curled up pulling my knees to my chest. Feeling his come leak into the satin sheets.

And then I started to cry.

THE END.....................OR.



A second ending.

I walked into one of the spare bedrooms the next morning. I just watched him sleeping for awhile, with seemingly not a care in the world. He began to stir and I waited as his eyes opened. His face looked a little shocked.

"All those men I have had to sleep with for you, dirty, disgusting men, wanting me to do dirty, disgusting things. Then you tell me I am your daughter! How could you make me go through all of that? Oh I know you liked to watch and you made money out of it somehow, but I'm your little girl. You are my daddy."

He opened his mouth about to speak.

"No wait until I have finished. How many knew I was your niece? How many did you tell?"

"I, I don't know," he said distantly.

"Oh come on it can't be that difficult," I spat.

He swallowed, as his eyes flicked nervously to mine.

"A few I suppose," he answered slowly.

"Well just think what it would have been like, to tell all of them I was your daughter!"

I dropped my dressing gown and on my bare tits he read the words in large letters 'DADDY'S GIRL'.

"Would daddy like his little girl to give his cock a loving kiss?"

He pulled back the sheets. I slipped the foot of my tights over his cock pushing the toe part tight to his cock head. I began kissing him and sucking him through the soft nylon.

I stopped half way through.

"You did say I would get everything didn't you daddy?" I asked with a wicked voice.

I watched him pull an official looking document from under the bed. He pointed to one line. I smiled. 

"Not a thing for anyone else at all?" I asked.

"No everything is for you my darling."

I sucked and slurped hard swallowing it all, as it strained through the toe of the pantyhose. Even when he was drained I kept going until he pushed my head away.

"Drink your tea daddy," I purred.

"Its cold sweetheart," he said picking up the cup.

"Pretty please daddy," I whispered while kissing his chest.

I smiled as I heard him gulp down the tea.

You better not waste any asshole, I said in my head.

7 months later I was sat in all black listening to Alan's will being read. I held a hankie to my face as I heard the words I had waited so long to hear. I was left everything. The hankie hid my grin! We got back to the house. Oh did I say we!

Well Clive obviously. Without him my attempt to poison Alan would probably have been detected. Clive was a doctor who knew which drugs to use over time, which would not show up on any post-mortem. All it took was £250,000, and of course a few nights with me dressed as schoolgirl!

The other man with me was my new husband. Unfortunately Uncle Alan, sorry Daddy never met him. Well he had been there for a year; I had him living close by in a flat. Well I got so bored in that big house when Alan was working.

I gave Clive the money outside the house we kissed and he left. I was carried over the threshold into my £750,000 house with £1,800,000 safely tucked away in my name. I was even kind enough to send mum £50,000. Well she brought me into this world. As I said my new husband carried me over the threshold. I screamed for the maid. I threw my coat in her direction. 

"Get our tea ready them come into the lounge bitch!"

I undid my blouse and pulled it off. A hand cupped my breast from behind. 

"Oh darling," I groaned feeling his lips on my neck.

He lifted me up again and carried me into the lounge. We both giggled and landed in a heap on the sofa.

"Wait," I said picking up the remote.

We giggled as I pressed the button. There was a crash in the kitchen at the same time.

"You useless shit!" my husband bellowed.

"Sorry madam," the maid said quietly standing in the doorway.

"Get in here, and stop looking at my tits!" I snapped.

The little red faced thing stood in front of us. My husband took the remote from me and turned it up to number 4.

"Please sir no!" the maid whimpered.

I dragged my 5 inch stiletto heel across the erect cock that lay under the maid's tights. Well they were mine actually for two days. I only allow my maid to wear my worn pantyhose. I held my heel against my maid's balls.

I looked to my husband.

"Now Carl," I said softly.

He pushed the button as I dug my heel into Barry's bollocks.

The butt plug grew in Barry's asshole to size 4. As it did my ex-husband screamed and walked onto my heel, causing him pain in both places.

"Oh does that hurt wimp?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes madam," he groaned with a screwed up face.

"Oh dear what will he be like when we reach number 10!" Carl said with a smirk.

"Who cares darling," I purred and kissed him hard.

I knelt between Carl's legs sucking his cock. Barry busied himself, kissing the soles of my feet in the black nylon that I had worn for 2 days.

"Make sure you get in between my toes!"

I felt a slap across my face.

"How dare you stop English whore!"

"You're going to pay for that Barry!" I sneered.

I looked up lovingly into Carl's eyes. 

Then went back to sucking his lovely hard cock!

So that's my story. Needless to say after a few months I got fed up with Barry. I kicked him out the car near Chelsea football club, just as the game finished. I don't know what happened to him after that. But I can imagine. Well he was wearing one of those maids outfit's the transvestites often wear, with seamed stockings and 6 inch platform heels that I had locked onto his feet. You ought to have seen him running after the car, as I dangled the keys to the little locks out of the window teasing him!

Carl and I had a month long holiday in Florida. Hey you might have seen me, the only English girl, with a sexy young German husband. And I was wearing very short miniskirts, high heels, and of course pantyhose the whole time!

Lots of love, QUEEN BEE (Oh that's QUEEN BITCH actually). But when Jenny and I started the game at 13, we didn't like to swear!

THE END....................OR.

A third ending.

I clung to my husband until I was pulled away sobbing. I sat numbly in the cell. I still wore the tight fitting miniskirt Carl had bought for me on holiday. 3 hours ago I didn't have a care in the world. I was planning on spending my money with my husband. Now after only 3 hours back from our holiday I had been accused of killing my father!

After my trial I was taken away to the mental hospital run by Clive. The judge had some sympathy for me due to my treatment over the years by my father. Although seeing I had planned his death I could not go unpunished. I thought about telling the court about Clive helping me, but I was just too exhausted and frightened. Besides he ran the clinic, and I thought I could get out earlier than the 9 years if he helped me.

I had been in the clinic for nearly two years now. All my thoughts of getting out early didn't rest with Clive as I hoped. Every 1st Tuesday of the month I had a special nurse for the day. If I pleased her and completed all my tasks it would strike two weeks off my sentence. She had already promised me 6 months off my remaining 7 years if I became pregnant!

She came in as usual at 10 o'clock.

"How are you feeling?" she asked with a contented grin.

I didn't answer as the tears fell down my cheeks.

"You are going to sign this by the end of the day, and as promised another 6 months will disappear from your stay here. You must be what, 7 months now? It's about time you signed the marriage certificate."

"Jenny please I'll do anything but that," I sobbed.

"We'll see. Now I've brought your medicine like I do every month," she said handing it to one of the male nurses.

He came towards me with the plastic beaker taking the lid off. I looked up into his eyes. He had that same devilish grin on his face, as when he fucked me. Every night the nurses strapped my legs apart. They would visit me all through the night. Sometimes I would be asleep and wouldn't wake up until I felt someone fucking me! Jenny watched my pathetic struggle to keep the liquid from my mouth. The beaker was full nearly half a pint I guess. I began to swallow and choke feeling the horrid mixture slip down my throat.

"I would have thought you would have got used to this now Julie! I mean you know it contains spunk from my father, Barry, Clive, and of course our two friends here. They save it up for you special like," she said with a sickly grin. 

The foul concoction was drained into my mouth. I sobbed and gagged feeling it trickle to my stomach.

"Give her some juice," Jenny instructed.

"There isn't much left she has nearly finished the two litres," the nurse said.

"I've brought some more," Jenny replied.

I swallowed greedily wanting the foul taste of spunk to disappear.

"Now are you going to sign?" she asked.

I yanked with my arms that had been strapped to the bed. She held up a plastic bag.

"Lots of surprises for you today Julie," she said with a wicked chuckle.

She pulled my bra down then sprinkled some of the contents of the bag on to my tits. She then pulled my bra back up and began to rub both of my breasts.

"Oh dear this going to irritate a lot, I hope!" she giggled looking at the nurses.

It felt like a thousand ants had been let loose in my bra, my nipples and tits began to burn and sting.

"Just a little itching powder Julie."

I screamed as the dust tormented my breasts. Both the nurses grinned as Jenny rubbed my bra again. I shrieked, and pulled at my bonds. I could feel the tiny fibres scratching at my tits.

"Put some up her cunt!" Jenny said with a sick delighted expression.

"No please don't, Jenny don't let them!" I screamed.

"Then you will sign?"

"Yes! Just get it off my tits, please!"

"No that stays there, oh after an hour it'll calm down, until then we'll enjoy watching you suffer!" she smiled.

I signed the marriage certificate. I was now the legal wife of the baby's father.

"Would you like to see Carl?"

I nodded I hadn't seen him since I had been put in here. My house was in his name, everything was. I had to get back with him to get everything that Alan had left.

I watched her put a video on the small telly. I gasped as she watched my reaction. 

"No, no," I mumbled in disbelief.

There she was at a church in a wedding dress on Carl's arm.

"I want that playing over and over every night and every day," she told the nurses.

"Oh Carl, no," I sobbed.

"Sunk in yet Julie? As his wife I now own the house and everything you inherited. I bet that has stopped you worrying about the itching!"

She lent close to my ear.

"Now I've got a lovely home, pots of money, and a sexy husband, and that is all thanks to you! Oh and he is such a wonderful fuck!" she whispered.

I saw her nod to the nurse. My hand was tied back down, then he put on a rubber glove, and she handed him the bag that still held over ¾ of the powder.

"No you said you wouldn't, Jenny, you said you wouldn't!" I screamed in terror.

"I lied," she said casually.

I cried and screamed for well over an hour. She just sat there with ear plugs in her ears. Now and then as I stopped screaming, she would massage my tits, and then push a spoon into my pussy, just to stir up the fibres again. My screaming started again. Eventually she pulled down my bra. I shuddered in terror at my tits, they were bright red and swollen, my left nipple was double the size, and the stinging continued. She held a mirror down by my fanny. My cunt lips looked large and bloated, and very red.

It was several hours before she came in again. I had to watch the video 3 or 4 times non stop. Every time I looked away the nurse pinched my nipples or jammed a rubber glove up my fanny stirring the fibres again. 

I was allowed a bath and then returned to my room. The itching had stopped, although the swelling didn't go down. The male nurses dressed me, having a grope at the same time. I was tied back to the bed in just white pantyhose, and a white bra. My legs had been stretched open and tied too. All the time I was sobbing hoping for an end to my humiliation.

"Well your new husband is here," Jenny said looking out of the window.

I shuddered at the thought of him. He had spent two months fucking me until I had become pregnant. During this period the nurses were not permitted to fuck me. Well they soon found my mouth was just as good!

"Oh you are going to have a lovely honeymoon night now Julie. Doesn't he look eager boys?" she chuckled.

The first thing my new husband would see was my wide spread cunt facing the door! I cried and braced myself as he came in. I was stuck with no way out. He stripped off his trousers and began rubbing my bump that was his child.

"Please Jenny don't let him, please. Please!" I begged.

"Oh Julie he is your husband, and on your wedding night you must be ashamed of yourself!" she said with a witch like cackle.

He walked to the head of the bed. His face closed in on mine. I tried to turn away but Jenny had grabbed hold of me. I felt his wet gross tongue push into my mouth. His fingers began rubbing through my tights at my fanny. He pushed hard and penetrated my swollen cunt with his fingers.

"As a special treat you can spend the whole weekend pleasing your husband. Oh all that sex you are going to have, aren't you a lucky slut?" Jenny hissed in my ear.

"Don't Jenny no, haven't I been punished enough?" I cried.

"Oh no not yet, but if you swallow his spunk I'll take another 2 months off," she spat.

His cock rammed into my mouth, he was so aggressive I thought I might end up loosing a tooth or two! I gagged and choked on his foul taste as it slipped down my throat.

"Good girl, now as a special reward you also get more of this," she said with a massive grin.

I shook my head as she waved another bag of the itching powder at me.

"That's not a reward!" I screeched.

"It is because you only get ½ and not all of it," she chuckled.

I was soon screaming again as the nurse pushed the powder deep into me. I watched my new husband pull a condom onto his dick.

"Fuck me you bastard!" I screamed knowing it was the only way to relieve the itch.

I groaned as I felt his eager cock enter my cunt.

"So who is the Queen Bee Julie?"

"You are," I sobbed.

She smiled a contented smile.

"Yes I always have been."

I felt her pinch my right nipple until I screamed out.

"Right I must be off. Carl and I are going out to dinner. Enjoy yourself, oh and by the way. All those litres of juice you have been drinking? Well mum and I produced those ourselves!"

She laughed heading to the door.

"See you next month!" she called.

I looked up at the bright red face of the man who was frantically fucking me. 

"Oh I love you Mrs Green," he enthused.

And then pulled his teeth out and fucked me harder!

THE END.