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.