Black and White             by: Lucy Lou

 

Part Two

Lisa walked home in a daze; thoughts previously unthinkable had started to invade her mind. She arrived at her marital home, and started to cook the dinner for her husband and daughter, who had already arrived and were playing a board game at the table. She prepared dinner and sat silently, absorbing the usual mundane banter from Simon and Jennifer.

Jennifer, her daughter was pretty, like her mother. She was the same height – about 5'8'', but her body was one to die for. She had an incredible figure – large 32D breasts, and a narrow waist of around 26 inches. Her legs were long, smooth and shapely. But, despite her obvious attractiveness, she had been fully indoctrinated into her family's Christian ways, and as such, her body was pure and virginal. Her looks had propelled her into the cheerleading squad, in which, like everything else, she excelled. A place at Oxford University beckoned for the pretty little blonde starlet.

Her father – picking at his food opposite her, was similar in fairness to his wife and daughter. He was taller – but only just, at 5'9'', and his slim, narrow body was perhaps more akin to a schoolboy, rather than a 38 year old executive. His chin was cleanly shaven, and his body was strangely lacking in body hair – a genetic hangover from his father. His blonde hair was closely cropped to his scalp, and his blue eyes twinkled in a charming way.

The rest of the evening passed like many others, with Lisa upstairs in the study working and Simon relaxing with Jennifer downstairs.

In the morning, the first thing that Lisa did was phone in ill. Her employers thought this was rather strange, as she had not called in sick for over eight years. Whilst Simon got ready for work, Lisa simply sipped on a coffee. Her husband was a little concerned, but hell, she needed a break sometimes, and he was pleased that she was relaxing a little. He soon went dutifully to work, and Jennifer had long gone to school. She showered, and dressed to go to the Mall. She slipped on a pair of cotton panties, and pulled on a pair of high denier pantyhose, before clipping on her full-cupped cotton bra. She then popped on a full-length slip – covered it with a full-length skirt, before covering her prudish bra with a thick cotton blouse. She tossed a jacket over her arm, and then proceeded to drive to the Mall.

Lisa stood in the chilly foyer of the mall for over an hour, waiting for something that she could not quite place. All of a sudden a large black man appeared. He was wearing loose jogging pants, and a sweatshirt, and he walked in that amiable slow pace that a lot of blacks possess. He strolled straight up to her, and asked Lisa if she was here to meet someone special. She replied in the affirmative, and Tyrone simply took her arm and took her into the nearest lingerie store.

The assistant was most helpful in accommodating their needs – picking out a whole series of stockings, garter-belts, and peephole brassieres, as well as an assortment of crotch-less panties, should they be required. The bras were in different sizes, since Tyrone thought the blonde's breasts a little on the small side, at only 32C. Lisa, after being prompted by Tyrone, put all the clothing on her platinum credit card.

In fact, Lisa simply followed Tyrone round like a devoted little puppy, doing anything to please the large black man, for the rest of the morning. They went round a number of department stores, Tyrone picking out outfits for Lisa – short skirts, hotpants, high heels, tight blouses, tight latex trousers, tiny little tops, and a collection of make-up. Lisa was literally groaning under the weight of all the bags, and did not complain about putting all her acquisitions on her credit card.

Lisa tried everything on – wanting to please Tyrone as much as possible. If something was not to his liking – usually since it was too long (skirts) or too loose (blouses) or generally not revealing as much flesh as he liked, Lisa found she was averse to it also. At about noon, they went to a sex shop that was at the seedier end of the mall. Here Tyrone found all sorts of kinky outfits, and soon after, Lisa found herself in a tattoo artist's grotto, having her nipples pierced. She squealed in pain as they went in, but soon laughed and smiled, as Tyrone was happy.

At One, after they had finished shopping, Lisa changed into some of her new acquisitions. She sported a pair of white stockings, held up by a white garter belt, a black micro-dress, made of Lycra that clung to her body. Her unsupported tits practically spilled out the front, and her stocking tops were on show with every step she took. Her attire was completed with a pair of white 4'' heels. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head, and her face was thick with her new make-up. Still swinging from her neck was the crucifix, which Tyrone decided she had to wear permanently – to emphasise the mockery of her religion. She looked like a total whore, and thought that she was ever so pretty, since Tyrone had told her so.

Tyrone ambled to his car – followed by the pretty white wife, and entered through the door held by the black chauffeur. The wife followed – not standing a chance of keeping her dress at a modest level since it was too short, climbed into the car, flashing half her firm buttocks to anyone glancing in her direction. She sank into the soft leather upholstery.

Tyrone glanced at the pretty blonde wife, and smiled inwardly. He took in her breasts, swelling over the top of her dress with each breath, her stocking-tops, revealed by the insanely short dress. He smiled mostly, though, at the fact that the first part of his plan had gone so easily. She listened to every word uttered, and did not ever disagree with him. Although she was the first in a series of steps to be taken, and also potentially the simplest, it had still gone uncommonly well, he thought, as the car pulled away from the mall.

 

 

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