Michelle (Old story from the web)

[aaronsheen]

Michelle is one lady you do not want to mess with. This 52 year old African American woman stands 5'6 tall with a slightly chubby build and a few gray hairs spilling out of her head. But looks are often deceiving. This lady does not take trash from anyone. Especially younger girls who think that she will not put up a fight just because she's older. When these young girls make this mistake, oh my. They are always sorry in the end. Always. . .

Michelle was clothes shopping, walking down some ordinary department store amidst chatting girls and the stench of strong perfume. She wore white and black slacks, carrying bunches of clothing in her arms as she stood in line. As she waited, the sound of younger chatting girls came from behind her, their high pitched squeals entering her ears.

As she felt their footsteps directly behind her, one of the girls stepped in front of her, cutting in line. This had Michelle concerned.

"Excuse me," Michelle tapped her on the shoulder. "Do you know that you just cut in front of me?"

The girl turned around. She was a fair skinned girl with black hair hanging a bit above her shoulders with a pink bow on the side,18 years old standing about 5 feet tall. She wore tan sandals and a white sundress, the thin straps lying over her pale shoulders. The girl was quite thin, yet she had C breasts and a fairly good sized ass sticking out from beneath her dress. Michelle was slightly jealous and this could not at all help the young cutie's situation.

"Ummmm, no," she said. "I got here first," she smiled.

"No, I saw you cut in front of me," Michelle replied.

The girl put a finger to her lips.

"Cool it, grandma," she said, with a bright smile across her pink lips.

Michelle was enraged. Her face bright red. She could hear the girls friends burst into laughter from behind her.

"You better stop," Michelle ordered.

"What are you gonna do about it?" she teased.

"Oh I'll showed you. Just remember, you asked for this."

The girl just giggled and continued standing there. Her friends laughed along as well.

"Please, grandma," she continued. "Look at you. You're old and you have chubby thighs and a fat ass. You're boobs are probably sagging too. Go back to the retirement home and don't talk to us here."

"Oh my, girl," Michelle said, taking in a deep breath. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life."

With that Michelle lunged at the girl and the line broke apart, making way for the fight and the crowd gathered around them, shielding the spectacle from the sight of the cashier who was waiting on the customers in the long line. Michelle knocked the girl to the ground and immediately gained a dominant position, seating her heavier body over the small girls stomach. She then began pulling on a strap of her dress and grabbed a hand of it from the bottom.

The girl could feel her dress tearing. Fearful of being stripped, she tugged back at Michelle's clothing, pulling at her blouse all while trying to pull the woman's hands away and get back to her feet. But It was no use though, as Michelle was far stronger and her blouse held snug around her body and the buttons would not give away. The girl tried pulling down Michelle's pants but they would not come down, being held up by a leather belt.

"Girl," Michelle shouted. "You better stop pulling at my clothes. If you rip anything, I swear I'm going to strip you naked!"

The girl could feel her dress riding up her legs during the fiery grappling and soon she could see the hem of her dress fall over her stomach. She screamed out know that now everyone in front of her could see her panties.

Michelle grabbed onto the hem of her dress and began pulling the dress up over her back. Michelle bounce back to her feet with the ends of the dress still in her hands and the girl followed, holding onto to the dress as best as she could, hoping to not be stripped.

But she was quite out of luck at this point. The girl's dress was pulled over her back and now it was wrapped and tangled around her arms and head. Michelle kept pulling at the girl's dress, shifting the girl around the floor like a marionette as the girl pulled and slipped. The crowd burst into laughter as this girl was being tossed around with her dress over her head, all while her her underwear was on full display. She could only see a blurry figure in front of her as she stared through the white cloth of the dress, trying with all her strength to defend her modesty.

However, her strength soon gave out. The girl slipped from Michelle's grip and flew into a clothing stand, falling into a pile of gray slacks. The girl was slightly dazed and confused, soon awaking to a shocking sight as she looked up to see Michelle standing triumph in front of her, striking a sassy pose with a hand on one hip and sticking out her lower back and shaking her hips, and with the other hand she twirled the girl's dressed over her head.

The girl looked down to see her C breasts on full display out in the open, their pink nipples on the verge of become erect in the cold air conditioned room. Her skimpy little panties covered her last shred of dignity, but only barely. As she made her way to her feet, it was clear that the fabric was thin and nearly translucent and the shape of each of her large buttocks was clearly visible from the surface and her cheeks even poked out from the bottom so slightly, the leg holes surrounded by pink trim. The white cotton panties had images off little pink hearts scattered all over them and a pink waist band with a pink ribbon attached to the middle.

The crowd stood behind Michelle, cheering and laughing at how she handled the younger girl. The arrogant brat had been bested and bare breasted and everyone there knew it, including Myra herself as she lie there almost naked, humiliated by the woman who she previously insulted and was now at her mercy.

Aside from her panties, she only wore a pair of sneakers, but this did not at all help her modesty. If anything, wearing shoes while undressed can make a person feel even more naked.

She made her way to her feet, arms wrapped tightly around her breasts, so much so that they could just spill out at any moment. She looked back at Michelle, red faced and teary eyed, as Michelle smiled, waving the dress in front of her face while flashing a cocky grin.

"How could you do this to me!" the girl cried.

"Oh baby. We're just getting started," Michelle said, pointing to a tear in her blouse. "We still got to get you naked."

The girl shrieked and tried to run away, bumping into the crowd that encircled the two fighters. The crowd would not let her escape. The mass of hands pushed her back into the circle.

The girl faced back to Michelle. "Please," she begged. "You win. Let's stop this," she said, desperately covering her breasts and on the verge of tears.

"Girl we're just getting started," Michelle shouted. "I'm going to teach you to about respect, you little bitch. I'm gonna humiliate you so badly that you'll never want to come here again.

Michelle lunged at the girl, pulling her to the floor. With that, if Michelle had the girl on her back and, kneeling over the girls head, she pulled the girl's leg's over her face. Her big ass was now pointed straight in the air, locked in this revealing matchbook hold.

Michelle then went on to spank the girl. Her ass jiggled beneath her thin panties with every slap. Michelle took a moment to remove the girls shoes and socks. Then finally Michelle placed some fingers in the waist band of the girls panties.

"No, please," Myra cried. "Not here. Not in front of all these people."

But Michelle ignored her, sliding the panties off of her legs and tossing them on the floor. Myra was now completely naked. Michelle continued spanking her and her big ass bounced freely without the restraint of her panties. Her legs were spread wide open and everyone got a good sight of her pussy, obscured only a small patch of black pubic hair.

"Please stop!" Myra cried after every stinging slap, begging for an end to the humiliation, the tears dripping down her face.

She suddenly ended the spanking and Myra's ass was bright red. "Stand up," she shouted.

Myra stood up now appearing very humble. How could she not be, considering that she's now standing naked as the day she was born in front of the woman she once viciously insulted. With this, she did as she was told, standing up and placing an arm over her breasts and a hand over her pussy, completely naked. Or, almost.

"Remove your shoes and socks," Michelle ordered.

Myra took them off, doing her best to cover herself. She handed them to Michelle and she tossed them aside where some hands from the crowd scooped in and grabbed them. The girl then placed her hands back over her breasts and pussy.

"Keep your hands at your sides!" Michelle barked.

Myra sighed and did as she was told, revealing her large breasts and pussy, all while her plump ass hung behind her.

"Now you're going to do what I say," Michelle said. "You're going to apologize for everything you said to me. Then after that, remember all those nasty thing you said about my body? You're going to say those things about yourself. And it will be fitting now since we can actually see your goods, right guys?"

The crowd cheered and whistled

"I'm sorry," Myra cried, tears dripping from her face.

"Now tell about about your big fat ass," Michelle laughed.

"I. . . I. . .," Myra sniffed and stuttered, her red face still dripping with tears. "I have a big fat ass and chubby thighs."

"Now get on your hands and knees and kiss my feet." Michelle kicked off her sandals.

Myra's eyes widened. She had no other choice. She dropped to her hands and knees. From this position her breasts hung dangling from her chest and her ass and pussy were clearly visible. She crawled to the woman feet and gave a brief kiss to each foot.

"Again," Michelle ordered. "Those weren't kisses."

This time Myra puckered her lips wide open and landed a wet kiss on each foot.

"Good girl," Michelle laughed, patting her on the head as if she was a dog.

The crowd burst into laughter and cheers. They couldn't believe what they had just seen: an older woman stripped this young arrogant brat naked and had her kiss her feet.

Myra got back up.

"Please, she sniffed. "Can I have my clothes back"

"Oh, these clothes," Michelle smirked, holding the girl's white dress and skimpy heart covered panties in a wad between her fist. "Go get them.

Michelle then threw the clothes into the air and they disappeared into the crowd as some hands flew into the air to grab them.

Myra burst into tears, crying with her hands over her face.

"This is what happens when you mess with a real woman," Michelle shouted. Now get lost."

With that, Michelle slapped the girl's ass and sent her off. The crowd made way and Myra ran down the mall butt naked, screaming, and in tears.The poor girl learned a hard lesson about respect.