#and then you see fat models wearing a high-waist shorts and a crop top and the front of the shorts is 100% SMOOTH.
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ace-and-ranty · 1 year ago
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I know the fashion industry is a Lie(TM), but I wonder how fat models ALSO always look way cuter in everything than regular fat people. Is it shapewear? Are they shapewear-ed to hell and back?
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kyluvsyi3w2 · 3 years ago
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I cannot understand why you feel the need to comment on what I wear when you didn’t like when your mom did that to you? No part of you trying to pull down my crop top was funny. You came in and interrupted me when I was trying to tell you how your continued comments on my clothes make me feel. You have seriously told me without saying it outright that you think I’m too fat to wear crop tops. That you think it would look better with high waisted jeans. Guess you don’t like seeing my belly, but I do. I like how I look in crop tops. I wouldn’t buy so many of them if I didn’t. I’m going to make sure not to comment on your clothes unless you ask for my opinion. So that way I can model for you how I’d like to be treated. So I can say with utter and complete confidence that I don’t do that to you anymore. Your comments about my body aren’t helpful. Your unsolicited comments in general are nothing short of incredibly annoying. You didn’t want me to get upset about it. Well how would you feel if I came up to you and rolled up your shirt; telling you it was too long? Or made comments to your face about how I think your clothes would look better? Including the not so subtle message that your body is wrong and ugly the way it is?That you present it incorrectly? That dressing in what you feel confident and beautiful in is wrong? “Did you dress like that for work?” No! What kind of question even is that!? I can dress how I want. Your comments won’t stop me. But your comments do hurt me. But you don’t see that. You don’t even think you’re saying anything negative. Please wake up.
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goodnightallwhites · 4 years ago
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Daugherty's Daughter By BlackingPacking
Daugherty's Daughter 
By BlackingPacking 
Submitted: November 30, 2019 Updated: November 30, 2019 
Slutty white wife and mother, Charlotte Daugherty, cuckolds her husband Dan. He takes out his impotent sexual frustration on their daughter, who soon too becomes a slut for BBC 
Contains: NTR/Cuckolding, Interracial (Blacked/BBC), father-daughter incest, SPH, dubcon, very extreme 
Provided by Hentai Foundry.  
Chapter 1 - Cuckold's Frustrations 2 
Chapter 2 - Charlotte Gets What She Wants 11 
1 - Cuckold's Frustrations 
Dan Daugherty always got his wife everything she wanted. He worked for a large finance company, so he could definitely afford it. He and said wife, Charlotte, lived comfortably in their two story house with their beautiful young daughter, Phoebe. Charlotte was now nearing 40, the decade she often teased her scrawny, brown-haired husband, who was a few years older than her, for being. Still, she kept up with herself. She hadn’t worked for well over a decade, since Phoebe was born, and always spent her days at spas, salons, or get-togethers with her girlfriends. Sometimes for days on end. Dan payed for it all, of course. He was used to paying for women. 
It wasn’t only his wife. In his company, Dan was a middle ranking employee, with enough power to manage promotions that could get people higher, but he was never good enough at his job to manage much more. This meant that sometimes, timid little Dan got over his head, socially. 
This came in the form of a hot blonde girl with big dreams, big tits, a big ass, and a tiny waist. She had straight, strawberry blonde hair, and a little nametag saying Kara on her sweater. She’d work with Dan and saw how, whenever he had to talk to his wife, he never looked at ease. She took advantage of this, and eventually got him to let her suck him off. 
Under his desk, Kara put on her reddest lipstick she had on her fat, dick-sucking lips. Excited, she pulled down his pants to see... to see... 
Well, it sure was a penis. A short, needle-like one at that, nestled in some curly brown hair on his crotch, but none on his body or legs. Still, Kara wanted that raise. So she sucked him in between her lips, and not very far past, until he came in about a minute and a half. 
“What an adorable little penis,” she told him, “I’m sure your wife doesn’t give that cute dick of yours the attention it deserves. Only I see how great it is.” She’s tell him things like that all the time, making him think she was in love, until she got promoted and forgot all about him. Now Kara was his boss, and made sure to always strut in her office skirt around him. She pinched his ass and called him ‘pin dick’ at the coffee machine. She was dating some black male model now, which she never failed to flaunt. “Ever hear of BBC?” She’d ask the young office girls like she was a fucking missionary. She knew she hated missionary. “The rumors are true,” she said. He’d heard one of the office girls got a tramp stamp larger than her hand about wanting to fuck black guys. He hated Kara now, but at least he was happy with his wife. 
One weekend though, Charlotte left the house on friday and didn’t respond to her husband 
until she strutted through the front door in a new white dress with gold jewelry and her blonde hair curled beautifully. In her cream-white stilettos she was at least Dan’s height, and he wasn’t physically imposing at all either way. Besides, her little hubby couldn’t stop staring at how her bouncy tits and impossibly sexy ass looked in that dress. How could he deny her. 
The next weekend, the same thing happened. That sunday evening she returned, she wore a sky blue dress, much shorter this time, and even bigger gold jewelry. It was so short that when she walked up the stairs, he could see right between her legs and her asscrack. He stared at them like a pervy little boy. 
When he tried to fuck her that night, she said she was too tired. Still, he hadn’t got to stick Danny Jr. inside any part of Charlotte since his birthday. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom, sitting his unremarkable body on the toilet and jerking his 4 inch dick off to his own wife a few meters away until he came into the bowl. 
She promised him she’d call the next weekend. They spoke exactly once, during her lunch on Sunday, when she said she’d be coming home. 
That night, in bed, she said she wasn’t horny again. He tried to touch her pussy, but she easily swatted away his thin-wristed arms. Still, he could’ve sworn he felt her wetness. That’s when he began to think she was cheating on him. 
He wasn’t willing to confront her, of course. He hoped it was something else. That Wednesday, Charlotte brought home a shopping bag. In it was a sex toy. She said she wanted to ‘spice up’ the bedroom. That meant that she got to fuck herself with that 8 inch blue silicone bullet, while he wrapped one small hand around his cock and jerked off on his half of the bed. He thought about her cheating on him with a guy that big. A guy twice his size. Unlike last week, he came buckets. 
She felt generous then, and actually let him fuck her on Thursday. She spread her full, curvy legs for him. Her lace panties dangled from one ankle. Thrilled at finally being allowed to have sex with his own wife, he grabbed onto her, buried his face in her big, soft jugs, and fucked her as hard as he could. It lasted all of two minutes. The rest of the night, she fucked herself with the dildo again. Friday was the same. She went out, bought some new makeup, ate at some overpriced hippie cafe, and fucked herself with her new dildo that night as her hubby curled up beside her. 
Charlotte was cheating on him, of course. She met up with a black young entrepreneur, Purcell, who owned one of the African fusion restaurants she frequented. He always talked about African culture, revitalizing black youth. He had posters of Black Panther and Creed on his loft bedroom walls. Charlotte often saw them when she was riding his 12+ inch monster of a dick. She couldn’t see them so well when her back was pushed into the mattress as he drilled her deep. She always squirted on those perfect abs of his. He made her a screamer. 
The loudest she screamed though was when he put it in her asshole. For the first few times, on her nights out before that first weekend, it would hurt when he’d simply fuck her pussy. He was 3 times bigger than the dick she was used to having, after all. But soon she got stretched out and used to it. A few weekends in, that was why she bought the dildo. Dan would definitely know something was up if he tried to fuck her before. She was being generous by getting a dildo halfway between the two men in her life’s size. When Dan felt stretching, he assumed it was the toy. 
Her birthday was coming up though. The big 4 0. Purcell had promised his busty, leggy girlfriend the time of her life that weekend. But Dan also wanted to give her a real treat too. Charlotte has to do the right thing. The Friday before her birthday, she was outside Purcell’s apartment complex around 6pm right when Dan was getting home from work. She wore jean hot pants and a tight crop top t-shirt that said ‘you aren’t big enough for these.’ What a total slut. She called her husband. 
“Hey Dan, it’s Lotte,” she said boredly as he picked up. 
“Oh- um, hey baby, how’s it going? Gonna be home soon?” 
“About that, honey...” she trailed off. 
“What? Hey, I know things have been a little rough between us, but-“ 
“What? I think we haven’t been happier in years, Danny.” 
“Oh-“ he paused. 
“Do you think I’m cheating on you?” She said curtly. 
“I- buh- duh- what? No, of course I don’t think you’re cheating on me. Why would I think that. I mean, sure... my mind wandered a little wondering why you’ve been spending weekends away, but-“ he didn’t finish his thought, just running his thin fingers through his pale brown side-parted hair. God, he was dense. 
“I have been." 
“I trust you enough tha- wait, what?!” He jumped 
“I’ve been cheating on you for a month and a half now. I love you, and I want the best for our daughter, but- I also met this guy. His names Purcell, and he’s black, and he owns a restaurant, and he’s huge- well, I already said he’s black,” she giggled. Dan was speechless. “But the point is... I love him too, and I really want his birthday gift for me. Not 
that I don’t want yours but... his dick makes me feel better than your little one ever has. You just can’t make me cum, you haven’t once since college... but I promise things’ll be as wonderful as they once were if you let me do this. And I know about Kara.” She paused for effect, “so- can I?” 
“I-I-I-“ he breathed, unable to make a sound. “Yes babe, of course.” He muttered. His default response when his wife asked for something. 
“Great! Love you hun, I’ll send you pics!” She hung up just like that. 
Dan wanted to throw a hissy fit. How could he be so weak willed? How could he let his wife walk right over him like that? How long had she known about Kara? Had that been why she had to leave him- cuckold him- with a black guy? He ran into his walk in closet, expecting to cry but instead jerking off. 
He shot his load onto the carpet, and kept stroking his little dick, imagining a huge black dick pile driving his wife’s pussy. He remembered her talking about her parties in high school, how she’d always let guys fuck her before she mellowed out her senior year. Was she like this even then? How many guys in her hometown were black? 
Suddenly, Phoebe walked in, wearing short shorts and a teal tank top. “Yeah, I don’t think dad’s home. Better that way, since my door doesn’t lock, and the water’s shut off to the other upstairs bathroom.” She was on the phone. “No, I don’t wanna do it downstairs! It’s.. weird if I do it in the guest bathroom. Especially if I’m thinking about my dad!” 
What was she talking about? “You’re lucky. You got to finger yourself to your dad with your door locked.” Fingering?! “You’ve done it downstairs- wait, but I always complain that Uncle Bryce’s downstairs didn’t lock. You fucking perv!” 
Bryce... that was Charlotte's brother! You knew that Phoebe was close to her cousin Martha, but was that who was on the phone? We’re they talking about- fingering, though? And what was that about dads... 
“Yeah, talk later Martha,” that confirmed it, “have fun flicking your bean in the guest toilet to your own fuckin dad like some weirdo. I’m gonna masturbate using my dads soap and shower head, like a normal girl.” He totally ignored how much trouble he should be putting his daughter in. Dan’s little dick was hard. “Oh shut up, you jilled off to your dad first. Well I think MY dad’s hotter. Whatever, Martha. Bye, have fun!” She hung up and turned the shower on. Dan, behind her, stepped out of the closet onto the marble tiled floor of their expensive bathroom. 
“Wha- DAD?!?” Phoebe jumped, terrified as she realized what she’d been caught saying. She already had her shirt and bra off, revealing her flat, underdeveloped tits. She didn’t look 
like she would inherit her mother’s tits or ass. She looked like a girl who wasn’t old enough to be masturbating, or shouldn’t be. Her height didn’t help either. 
“D-dad,” she spoke with fear and embarrassment. He reached out and turned off the loud shower. “I-I- this-“ 
“What were you saying about me?” Asked Dan. He was ecstatic- he lost his wife, but he’d been gifted his own daughter! Phoebe was often neglected. Charlotte, that materialist bitch, preceded to hire the maid to care for her daughter. But now, Dan has a chance to prove himself as the real patriarch of this family, not some- some- some nigger who Charlotte’s big tits here were wrapped around right now... 
The thought made Dan seethe. But now, he could take out all his impotent rage on his whorish wifes own daughter. Her tiny frame would easily be overwhelmed by even his small cock. It might not have even been incest. Phoebe probably wasn’t even his. He was going to make her his though, and Charlotte would regret messing with him. 
Finally, she answered. “I- I’m turned on by you, dad... when I see mom kiss you and when you tap her ass... I wanted that too and... I’ve been thinking about it for a while... I’ve really wanted you to fuck me,” she looked up at him, suddenly terrified again, “-a-as a fantasy though! Not as an actual thing I was planning on, I swear, daddy!” 
“Oh, but,” he growled, trying and failing to sound aggressive, “I want you too,” he grabbed her thin waist and pulled her close, making her jump a little. Her flat chest barely shook. 
She looked up at him with green, pretty eyes. His were hazel. He blamed his stupid slut wife. 
“Really?” Asked Phoebe, reaching out to touch his nonexistent pectoral. 
“Yes, Phoebe baby. Your mom and I..” he grit his teeth.. “aren’t doing too well. I think I need you to make me feel better. Can you do that?” He took his hand, walking backwards towards his room. 
Daddy’s little girl, Phoebe Daugherty nodded. “Y-yes daddy. I’ll make you feel good. I’ve never done anything with a boy but I’ve seen porn. I’ll try my best.” 
“Good girl,” he said, feeling more dominant than he ever did with Charlotte. He walked out onto the carpet of the master bedroom and sat down on the large chair on the left of the bathroom doorway. Dan pushed the footrest out of the way and had his daughter kneel there instead. His rage at his own impotence and his hatred for how Charlotte was cuckolding him right now made him forget that this was even his baby girl. 
Charlotte, as Dan undid his pants again, was miles away in the stylish, urbane, gray loft 
owned by Purcell. She strutted in happily, swaying her fat white ass in the shorts that barely covered it. Purcell was on the couch in front of a table of African artifacts. He got up and welcomed her with a deep, tonguey kiss and a slap on the ass. 
“Wanna give me my present now, babe?” She breathed hotly into his wide lips. He smiled and led her into his room, where she was shocked by the presence of three more black guys. Like him, they were all over 6 feet tall and muscular. They all wore some variation of a t short and running shorts that did nothing to hide their bulges, just like Charlotte’s tiny t-shirt did nothing to hide her cleavage, or her under boob, or her hard nipples. 
“Oh- oh, my!” Charlotte’s cock-needy lips and pretty blue eyes went wide seeing the display. While her friends had introduced her to BBC porn a full year ago, she had only ever actually slept with Purcell. Now she was getting 3 new hung black guys. 
“You like my friends babe?” He asked. She nodded, pulling up her red bikini bottoms she wore under her shorts. “Glad to hear,” she bit her lip. She was getting wet just by hearing him speak. “Ever had guys run train on you?” 
“I-“ she had been in a gangbang once, as a senior in high school. Those boys were all white though, and she wasn’t the only girl there. “No,” she decided that a half dozen white guys humping her legs until their little pink dicks turned purple and shot a load like she was a Barbie doll they got to undress didn’t count. “I’ve never. But I’d love too.” 
“Hear that, boys?” Purcell slapped Charlotte on her as. Charlotte took it with a smile. They smiled back as they took off their shirts, showing the kinds of muscles that were the reason Dan never took her to the beach. She took off her wedding ring and fell into their big, strong arms, letting them kiss her and grope her. She had to look straight up to make out with the tallest one, while the one made out with her neck and another literally tore her shirt off of the swinging spheres of her tits. She liked that shitt. But she liked how they pressed their huge bulges into her sides much more. 
Meanwhile, Dan was struggling to overpower his own tiny daughter, desperate to fuck her silly. His destroyed ego demanded that Phoebe fuck him, and, although she was planning to masturbate to that very thought before he grabbed her, she was resisting. 
“Daddy- unf~ Daddy!” she pushed his arm off her nonexistent tit, while his other one was down his pants, grabbing at his dick. “This is wrong! We shouldn’t do this!” she insisted 
“Phoebe! Phoebe, please!” He yelled. He had never yelled at his daughter. His hair and eyes made him look like a mess. “D-don’t you wanna make me feel good?” 
Phoebe did want to make her dad feel good... and cum... but she wasn’t sure. Sure, he was deciding for her basically, but he never acted like this around her. He was always very 
passive, never making her do anything. Now... this? With the drip of her pussy in those short shorts she was this close to taking off, she knew she wanted it too. 
“Okay Daddy...” she breathed, hoping to not make him angry, “I’ll make you feel good.” 
“Good girl,” breathed Dan. Instead of taking his dick out though, he felt up her chest again. She was still flat as a board, but whenever he thought of his ideal tit size, all he could think of was how Charlotte probably had a huge black rod between hers. She did. He just kept massaging his daughter. Those soft, sensitive, unmanly hands of his felt her sides, her hips, and, when he bent down so far that his face was in her neck, he felt the doughy softness of her asscheeks. She turned crimson. 
He breathed heavily, overcome with perverse lust. “D-daddy’s gonna bring out his cock now, sweetie,” he told her. She simply sat on her knees with her hands on her silky thighs. He fumbled on his pant’s buttons, desperately wanting them out. Eventually he got it, and in one swift movement, he pulled his pants down to his ankles. 
Phoebe, the incestous little slut, was face-to face with her father’s own tiny, white cock. Her eyes widened, and her pussy immediately dried up. 
“W-what is that?” she asked him. 
“My dick,” said Dan, sounding nothing like her father, even though she barely knew her father. He pushed the skinny thing towards her, “Suck it.” 
“B-but why is it so small?” Phoebe really wanted to pleasure her dad, to suck him off until he shot a huge load in her face. But... this? How could she love a cock that was barely larger, in any way, than her finger? If she made a fist, it was more than twice the size of his balls. 
To her shock, the then hit her face. Not hard, he wasn’t man enough to do that. But still, a slap was a slap. 
“What did you say?” he asked her, suddenly only seeing her mother in the beautiful young girl. 
“Y-your penis isn’t that big, daddy- I-I’ve seen much bigger in porn, I’m sorry-” 
He raised his hand again, “You’ve been watching porn?!” He knew that when his wife began masturbating by herself, it was all over for him. He couldn’t believe the same was happening to his daughter. 
“N-no! I- I meant good! Your dick is sooo good, daddy! Look-” almost crying, she began to suck it. It tasted strange- plain, not at all sexy. Once, she sucked her own virgin pussy juices, 
and that got her hotter than ever before. This did one of that, even when his precum started leaking, it just tasted like water. She sucked and sucked as well as she could. Phoebe had no idea how to suck a dick, but, at the very least, her dad’s was so small that it fit right in between her little lips. He didn’t have to worry about scraping on her teeth or choking her. 
She wrapped her tongue around the quivering little white pin she desperately tried to satisfy. Dan felt great by this. He leaned his head back, and finally relaxed, as if it wasn’t clear to everyone now that he was just a pathetic, creepy white guy. His own daughter wiggled her tongue around his pencil shaft. He wasn’t even into incest, but, the quickshot that he was, once her saliva-coated tongue finsihed licking the tip of his dick inside her mouth, he started cumming. 
His orgasm was drawn out, with thin ropes of cum spraying into his daughter’s mouth slowly. It had no power or force, nothing sexy at all. She would never masturbate to her dad ever again. Instead, she just spit his cum out on his hairless thigh. 
“You’re supposed to swallow!” he yelled. Not that Charlotte had ever swallowed his cum, since he usually popped his teeny top before he even shoved it in her mouth. Phoebe just looked grossed out. His dick, as much as she wanted to love it, was now an ugly, throbbing purple. It looked like it would pop, and it wasn’t big enough to look like it should be throbbing. She said nothing 
Back in the loft, Charlotte was getting absolutely rammed. She was on the red futon, getting to experience how it really felt for BBC to run train on her. A black guy was under her, slamming his dick deep in her babymaker with his balls slapping her taint. Two more were in front of her, making her stretch her cheeks out like a chipmunk to suck both of them off at once. She was terrified of what would happen when their monster dicks, big enough to dwarf rulers, would blast their cum in her gullet. It felt so good. 
Best of all, on top of her, with hands on her shoulders and arms on the armrest, Purcell was fucking her ass, raw. No matter what the others did to her, Purcell had stayed in her asshole the entire gangbang. His 40th birthday present was a 12 and a half inches (Charlotte liked to say 13) deep of rough anal sex. His cum had been churning deep in her guts, and his thrusts now had been picking it up and making it froth out like runny butter. She felt her whole asscrack, taint, and pussy feel covered in melted fluids. If it ever got too messy, she’d just lick it up herself. She loved it. 
Her husband, meanwhile, had grabbed their little daughter and bent her over the bed, facedown, ass up, despite her protests. Without even seeing his wife lover fuck her with his massive dark fuckmeat, BBC had already totally mindbroken the timid white man. Here he was, forcing his crying daughter’s face into his and his wife’s bed’s comfoters. He spread her legs apart, staring at her beautiful, but dry pussy. 
With his pinkish red dick standing as hard as a needle, he lowered his skinny torso into her slim thighs, taking his daughter for himself. He molested her with whiny grunts, the kind that Charlotte was absolutely done with. Frustration was something that Dan had been faced with all his life, and now he was letting it all out on Phoebe. The frustration he had since the first time he first found a porno mag with huge dicks when he was fourteen, all the girls he jerked off too but wouldn’t date him, to all the porn he watched when internet porn first got big in college, even when he was dating Charlotte. All of it, all directed in his pathetic thrusts into the tiny girl. 
As he raped his virgin daughter, she felt every twitch of his dick like only a girl her size could. Even though it felt far bigger in her than her mother would’ve felt it, she didn’t enjoy it one bit. He joylessly came in her pussy, shooting his white load into her just deep enough so that its small contents couldn’t even drip out of her. He told her to get out of his room, and he slept. 
Meanwhile, Purcell had finally taken his painfully hard cock, having cum in her anus 5 or 6 times, out from between her thick asscheeks, letting her suck the soaking member clean. He and his friends gathered around Charlotte as she kneeled on the floor. They jerked off and let her jerk them off and suck them off until she looked like a bukkakke porn star. Once they all came, she was exhausted, but they wanted more. They tossed her back on the futon and had their way with her. 
Purcell came deep in her pussy enough times with enough force to not only make her squirt hotly, but to get her pregnant too. 
She would be furious with Dan when she got home, but she didn’t know that yet. Even her daughter hated Dan's small, perverted white cock more than anything. For now though, Charlotte was blissfully having the best fucking sex of her entire life. 
To be continued... 
2 - Charlotte Gets What She Wants 
“You did WHAT to her?!” screamed Charlotte. Her big slutty tits swung with every word. 
Dan, emasculates and afraid, shrunk down onto the cushions of the light gray, modern style couch. On the other side of the coffee table, Phoebe was curled up. She looked at her father with nothing but hatred. 
“YOU SICK FUCKING FUCK,” Charlotte kept screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOUR STUPID PUSSY ASS DO TO OUR DAUGHTER? What the FUCK did you do?” 
“I-I-“ he backed up, scared of his adulterous wife. Dan was in a t-shirt and boxer underwear, while Charlotte was in a pink sundress, and Phoebe was in a tank top and volleyball shorts. 
“You AGREED I was going to have a FUCKING MARVELOUS weekend- and it’s all ruined this morning by a call from my FUCKING DAUGHTER about her IMPOTENT BITCH OF A DAD FUCKING RAPING HER WITH HIS STUPID TINY COCK! Am I WRONG?” She slammed her fist against the couch with every word. 
Dan was, as always, too wimpy to disagree. 
“Mom- wha- what’s going on?” Asked Phoebe. 
Charlotte turned to her beloved white daughter. She walked over and knelt in front of her, saying, “Oh, sweetie, it’s mommy’s business. Grown up stuff, nothing you’d understand.” 
“Mom,” said the girl who, even though she was babies, was still old enough to regularly watch porn and masturbate her smooth little cunt. 
“What? Yes, baby, mommy’s here,” Charlotte calmed her down, “mommy’s just, um, got a new boyfriend that’s all. And sometimes mommy goes and sees him. That’s okay, right?” 
“Mom,” grumbled Phoebe, “I’m not fucking 6. I know you cheated on him!” 
Charlotte looked back. She paused. “Alright, yes- mommy cheated on daddy. I’m a fucking whore, a total fucking SLUT cockwhore bitch. But you saw him! You saw that your dad is a sick, perverted, useless, weird piece of trash, right?” 
Phoebe nodded. “He’s so gross! I’ll never think the same way of him again! I mean, I guess it’s the same for you, mom, but at least you’ve got a reason. I... I’d wanna get f-fucked by a real man too! And he’s... hes just-” 
“A little fucking L O S E R?” her mom volunteered. Phoebe nodded along. 
“H-hey,” stuttered Dan. The scrawny white man crawled up from his fetal position, “S-she was on the phone, talking about sexual things with her cousin! About having sex with me and your brother! A-and she watches porn too!” 
“Didn’t I tell you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!?” screeched Charlotte. Her cuck hubby was soon put in his place. “So what? She’s young and stupid. We were too, remember? The difference is, when I had kinky fantasies, you were always too pathetic to do them! You’d fucking cum in a minute and then roll over and go to fucking sleep! If you wanted to rape someone, rape me ten years ago! Then I wouldn’t have become a fucking anal fuckslut! This is your fault!” 
With shaking arms, she turned to her daughter, “And of course I wouldn’t judge you for watching porn! That’d be such fucking hypocrisy! After all, I’m the one who had a train run on her with four fucking black cocks last night! The only problem Phoebe and her cousin has is they still think white BITCHBOYS can do it!” 
“F-four?” Dan sounded like he was tearing up. 
“Oh fuck yeah honey. My REAL man Purcell and three of his friends.” The room went quiet. “What? Oh, yeah, stay quiet. Because there’s nothing you can say about how I’m a fucking whore for biiiig, blaaack COCKS! I fucking fit four huge fucking black dicks up this asshole,” she pulled her dress up and showed her gaping anus to her husband and daughter, “They fucking shot their fucking cum all the way up my dirty fucking asshole. And it’s fucking thick too, unlike yours! I bet you fucking wish you could do that, huh? With that fucking little stupid 4 inch peice of shit! Do you wanna know how big my lovers were?” 
“H-how big?” asked Dan weakly as he was slumped on the couch. 
Charlotte noticed a tiny tent on her loser husband’s boxers. She wrinkled her nose at it, but then lunged at him. She grabbed at his underpants. Her boobs swung in his face. She easily overpowered him, throwing hus underwear on the floor. 
Exposed to his ruined family was Dan’s four inch skinny little white boy cocklet. It stood up straight and hard in the thin, soft bush that was his excuse for body hair. 
“Fucking fuck. Look at that pathetic LITTLE thing. My BULLS were fucking three times that big! The smallest was 10 inches, the biggest was fucking 13! THIRTEEN! How could your little fucking dick compare, huh? HUH?” 
She turned around. Phoebe was staring at his penis with disdain. Though neither girl thought penis was the best word. 
“Is that it, sweetie? That’s the thing that defiled you, right?” asked Charlotte. 
Phoebe nodded. “Yes, mom... it’s fucking gross. I can’t believe I had a fucking incest fetish...” 
“It’s alright baby- it’s alright. Look. Hey, BITCH!” She yelled at her husband, “I’m gonna get our fucking daughter some good porn with some good dicks so she can forget about your little loser thing, 
alright? And never touch her again, you- you- you fucking sick fucking fuck!” She punctuated her scolding with a few sharp kicks to his tiny, shaking balls. 
“AAAh! OW OW OW! H-HONEY- m- my-” 
“Your what? Your fucking little cuck balls? The ones that can’t produce enough fucking sperm to make a girl feel even fucking halfway filled! Look! Look...” she walked over to Phoebe. “Take your pants off, baby. I wanna show him how different cum can be. And how, even if this shitbag who owns our house took your virginity, your sex life can still be a fucking blast, alright baby?” She asked her daughter. Phoebe nodded and slipped off her leggings. Charlotte hiked her skirt all the way up. 
Both were smooth pussied, but Charlotte’s was shaved, with looser, darker lips, while Phoebe’s was natural. A pretty pink tight pussy. She might has well have been a virgin. 
“Now spread your legs,” instructed Charlotte. Phoebe obeyed. “Now look at the cum left over from last night.” The house’s matriarch fingered her daughter, eventually coaxing out a flow of sticky liquid which dripped onto her hand. Charlotte grabbed a china plate from the coffee table and smeared Dan’s cum on it. 
“Look at that,” whispered Charlotte mockingly, “look how thin it looks!” she was right. Dan’s shrivelled balls had given them watery, impotent cum of either a boy much younger or a man much older than him. It only even looked white when it was clumped together. 
“And now,” she said while standing up and spreading open her asscheeks right over the fancy plate, “mommy’s black boyfriend’s cum.” she pushed hard and stretched her asshole out with two fingers until eventually a big steady stream of smooth, thick, rich, creamy cum came out. All of it was plump and healthy. It landed with a splogsh and made a big, opaque puddle on the plate. It was almost yellowish it was so creamy. And it totally eclipsed Dan’s tiny load. 
“See who’s superior?” asked Charlotte. 
“T-that’s a wedding gift...” was all he could whimper about the show on the expensive plate. 
“Oh boo fucking hoo, I squirted black cum out of my ass onto our shitty wedding present,” she grabbed a matching china cup and brandished it, “What if I fucking pissed in this one and made you fucking drank it? How would you feel about that, huh?” she waved the cup around under her pale white crotch, “if you’re lucky maybe you’d fucking get to drink some of their delicious cum with my piss. How about fucking that? You should fucking respect what I do for you and listen to what I fucking say! Ungrateful little pervert piece of shit! Apologize!” 
“Yes,” he curled up again, this time closer to the edge of the couch. “I’m sorry Charlotte... I’m sorry Phoebe... for being a perverted POS.” 
“Good. Now I have an errand to run. Don’t you even dare fucking move. And don’t even FUCKING LOOK at Phoebe!” she pulled her skirt down, grabbed a coat and her purse, slipped back on her slutty high heels, and strutted out the door. 
Once she was gone, Phoebe got up. She sniffled a little. Even though her pussy’s wetness said that, like her mother, she got off on being a snowbunny dom, she was still upset at what happened to her family. 
“I hope you’re happy with mom only fucking black guys now. And never you, ever again,” she said as she took out her phone and opened it up. 
Dan sniffled too, sounding more like a bitching little dog than a man. He wasn’t the man of this house anymore. He hadn’t ever been, since Charlotte discovered black cock, but now he knew it. His head was buried in between his smooth, effeminate legs, and he was sitting on his scrawny ass and feet, with his tiny little balls poking out from his crotch. It looked like a pale hackeysack covered in thin straw. Wasn’t much bigger than one either. Over it hung the soft, impotent little worm that was his cock. Keyword was. Now it was a useless little twig of flesh. 
Dan pissed himself. His little dicklet perked up, and out of it came a steady, pale flow of piss from the organ which now was only for that. It tinkled all over his little balls. The hair got wet, but looked no thicker. Some got on his thighs, covering his pointless manhood in his cowardice. He was like a dying animal, emptying his bladder all over himself when he felt it was all over. It was, in a way, for him. He cried as he soaked the couch cushion. 
Phoebe walked over to the front entryway, on the side of which was a cushioned, round area to the left of the front door, bordered by windows. She sat down in it to talk on her phone. She’d already gone to contacts, and scrolled to the number for Kevin. 
Kevin Gold was a young white kid and a school friend of Phoebe’s. He was around her height, with light blonde hair with a touch of strawberry, smooth skin and a youthful face. He was average in body, but still rather attractive, and was madly in love with Phoebe Daugherty. Little did he know, she had a crush on him too. 
When he picked up the phone though, he answered as her best friend. 
“Hey, Phoebe. What’s up?” 
She sniffled, “I don’t know, Kev. My parents are fighting, and... I don’t know how to feel. My dad’s a piece of shit, but my mom’s... so different about it. I think I got it. But I think I’ll be fine. I just need someone to talk to. Can we talk? Not about me. About... about something else. Okay?” 
Kevin, of course, agreed. They talked for a bit, and Phoebe felt better. Kevin told her to just trust in herself. With some soul searching, Phoebe realized how different she felt. How her slutty black cock loving mom awakened something in her. Just then, Phoebe had to hang up, because her mom was back. 
She walked back into the living room. Her dad was still sitting on the couch, but not crying anymore. 
Charlotte burst through the door. Shopping bags were in her ams and a strange smile was on her face. It was a look she hadn’t had all day. From the moment she walked in and said, “Alright, my happy little white family, let’s see what the real world has for us,” both new something was up. 
Phoebe was getting excited. She was proud to be this woman’s daughter. While she had very quickly grown to despise her father, she replaced all of that with how, sexually, she admired her mom so much more. Her mother looked like a million bucks- she put some makeup on, maybe did her hair a little, but that wasn’t the point. If her hair was a rat’s nest she’d still be the same. Her sexy body filled out that lilac dress perfectly, and the way she carried herself made her tits and thighs ooze with sex appeal. She was a woman who knew and got what she wanted. Fuck whatever her disgusting, cuckold husband had to say about it. 
Charlotte looked down at Dan and saw how red his eyes were, and how the couch under him had a soaked puddle. 
She exploded. “WHAT THE FUCK, YOU PATHETIC LITTLE PEICE OF SHIT? DID YOU FUCKING PISS YOURSELF LIKE SOME FUCKING LITTLE BRAT? YOU PISSED YOURSELF AND ITS ALL OVER YOUR USELESS, UGLY LITTLE STUPID IMPOTENT DICKLET, UGH AND YOUR BALLS AND MOST IMPORTANTLY MY FUCKING COUCH? YOU’D BETTER CLEAN THAT UP!” 
Dan squeaked and got up, running to the kitchen to get paper towels and spray. 
“Good,” she hissed, “like a good little dog,” she turned to their daughter, “So, how are you feeling now?” 
Just as her mom was honest, Phoebe was too. “I like what you’re doing. Dad’s always been... a little weird. But now I realize it wasn’t the kind of weird that, um... gets me wet. But what you do, like, like, the way you take control? I like that. I wanna be like you. And this talk of black guys?” Charlotte grinned. “You like thinking of that. Those massive, throbbing, lengthy, hot black dongs? You ever seen porn with black guys?” Phoebe quickly turned beet red. Charlotte smiled, “It’s good if you have. I’m so fucking jealous that you’re already exposed to porn at your age. I didn’t even have the chance to get online porn until I was almost 20! And there wasn’t anywhere near as much Blacked stuff then.” 
Phoebe worked up the nerve to nod ‘yes’ to her mother. 
Another smile. “I’m so proud of you!” she beamed, like momma like daughter, Phoebe had more than enough for the seed of a braindead snowbunny slut to grow in her underdeveloped white little body. She might not have been as busty or curvy as her mother, but Phoebe promised there and then to be twice the alpha girl slut. 
And poor little Dan, having cleaned up his mess, tried to stand up to speak to his wife, but was soon knocked down. “NO! Me and my black bulls own this house now, not you! If you wanted to be a man, you shouldn’t have been so weak, or whiny like a baby. You should’ve been able to make me cum! But now I’ve got better men for that. And speaking of...” She took out her phone, turned on apple TV, and showed off her photo gallery. 432 pictures and videos were taken last night. A cache of amateur pornography featuring one Charlotte Daugherty and 4 black studs. 
She started playing the videos. First was one with her kissing the camera sluttily, then walking back to pose with Purcell in a wide variety of ways. The next video showed her pointing out the bulge in his 
pants, then taking his shirt off to make out with him and lick his hot black abs. He flexed a bit for the camera before going to the next vid. He took it out in that one, and Charlotte’s whole family got to see how it was as long as her arm. 
In the room, while a video of the other three guys unsheathing their meats played behind her, Charlotte stripped her dress of. Her perfectly smooth pussy and her bouncing tits were great, and she didn’t wear underwear, of course. She sung ‘happy birthday to me’, as the TV had her giving Dan the middle finger. 
“Come on!” Said today’s Charlotte, “let’s get some fun group stuff going. Family porn night! Starring mommy!” She grinned evily as she sat down next to Phoebe. She encouraged her daughter to strip. Her pants already had a dark stain. 
Dan and Phoebe began masturbating across the room to the TV showing Charlotte lick all around the heads of all their cocks. The lady of the house ran off upstairs to get her dildo. When she came back, Phoebe was lounging back, butt naked, and confidently flicking her little bean to her mom gasping at the huge loads of cum that were now getting dumped on her face. Meanwhile Dan was hunched over pathetically. He tugged his little cock hard. It’s tininess, along with his boring hairstyle and skinny bday, made him look like a child compared to his daughter. And forget his wife. 
“Oo, look at him!” Laughed Charlotte, tapping Phoebe’s shoulder to get her to look over, “little losers trying to tug that tiny thing! Isn’t that fucking pathetic? Can’t you see why I need this?” she laughed, pulling the thick dildo out of her. Phoebe laughed too. 
“But mom, you take a bigger one in the vid,” she pointed at her screen with her free hand. 
“True- this toys just to tide me over. Better than hubby, you know?” She thrusted it into her gaping pussy a few more times. Her nasty juices flew across the room with a loud shlicking sound. Phoebe’s only trickled down her taint and onto her little pink pucker butthole. Charlotte took out the plastic cock and handed it to her daughter, “wanna go?” 
Phoebe shook her head, “I can’t take that.” 
Her mom smiled, “You’d better learn soon baby girl, if you wanna get blacked.” 
She stared at the size of the thing. “Never seen one up close but... it’s scary,” she chuckled, “I’d rather just watch.” 
“Then you’ll get tons of live shows.” 
“Mmmm. I’m already loving this. Just as good as the pro stuff I watch.” Phoebe was referring to Charlotte getting her ass pounded and her blonde hair painted white by those black hunks. 
“Thats cuz they’re black,” giggled Charlotte, “white guys in porn always wear fake dicks, that shoot fake cum and all that. Interracial’s real though. No faked orgasms there.” Charlotte put her leg up on the coffee table and aggressively rubbed her clit, “and I’ll never have to again.” 
They kept watching as Charlotte deepthroated every black cock. Every vid ended with them cumming their manly loads into her throat. They led her to the bedroom, with the camera on her swaying ass, where she had a train run on each and every hole. She was made airtight, first by their huge cocks and then by their thick cum. 
They just kept going. Dan usually got petered out after he came once after a few minutes, then rolled over and slept as Charlotte uncomfortably masturbated until she fell asleep. These guys seemed to have infinitely full balls . After they made the bed dirty with spilling loads, they tossed the tired white whore onto the floor, jacking off over her. They set the foundation for a full body coat of thick black cum. 
With a pathetic groan and three fingers wrapped around his dick, Dan started cumming. Instead of shooting anything out of his needle-like pink dick, it just dribbled onto the floor. 
“Ch-Charlotte,” he groaned. 
“Shut the fuck up! Your daughter and I are trying to masturbate to PURCELL’s friends running train on me. Purcell could cum like 9 times last night without a problem. Can your stupid balls only muster one fucking load? Try and at least be man enough to make another load!” She shut him up. 
Then there were the ones on her face. Tons of cum was unloaded onto her cheeks, in her eyes, on her cleavage and hair. It just kept going, until she was barely even fucking them any more, and just being jacked off too. Soon, every inch of skin above her knees hand some sort of man juice on it. Mostly her pussy, under her ass, her tits, and her unrecognizable face. She got to the point where their fat loads of cum landing on her weak white skin made her cum. Every single time. 
“See Phoebe? That’s what real men do. Not like your dad over there, cumming into his hand.” 
Phoebe looked over. Her dad was leaking out thin white juices onto his scrawny fingers. “How’d you even get pregnant?” She asked her mom. She paused. “Is he really my dad?” 
Charlotte looked away from her husband as he collapsed exhausted on the ruined couch. “Well, I’m shocked he managed to get me pregnant even once. But you’re his alright. I’d never cheat with another white boy. But hey. You got my beautiful eyes.” 
“I kinda wish guys like, unf, unf, that,” she pointed to the TV, “were my dad.” 
To clean off, they dragged Charlotte to the shower, where she could barely stand. Instead she pumped their cocks, worshiped their balls, and even rimmed their assholes. All their cum newly clogged the drain. After, they made her dry them off, and then lick up their cum off the floor. 
At around 2 AM according to when the video was taken, she passed out when she was halfway done, facefirst into a puddle of cum. 
Phoebe came. 
“Aaah!” She yelled, thrusting her hips over the armrest of the white cushioned couch. Her orgasm squirted all over dad’s men’s health magazines that he never read. “They really did that, mom?” 
She nodded. “It’s weird telling you, sweetie, but yeah. Mommy’s a fucking abuse slut for big black cock.” 
“It’s hotter than weirder. God, that was the best I’ve ever cum.” 
“Well, that’s black guys. And now” she kept swiping through her phone, showing them photos of the bulls taking advantage of Charlotte’s unconscious body on the tv. Weird things were stuffed in her asshole, and she was fucked in multiple uncomfortable positions like a rag doll. 
“Fuck,” Charlotte bit her lip, “I didn’t know they did- did- did... did that!” Her pussy exploded with a waterfall of orgasm, even wetting the TV screen a little. 
“There it is!” She sat back and sighed, “it’s like every time I cum to black guys it’s better.” 
A bit after, she saw Dan getting up. 
“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked, less angry now. 
“C-cleaning up my mess?” 
She laughed, “your widdle loads? Barley a mess. And don’t do it with clothes on. Strip.” 
“I-“ 
“Did I fucking stutter?” 
He frowned and stripped. He prided himself on looking youthful, but honestly he just looked pathetic. Thin, featureless white skin, and a fitting tiny, soft little penis, barely poking out of his crotch. 
She smiled as she walked over to pick up her bag, “good, baby. We’re not going to pretend you’re not pathetic and inferior anymore in this house, alright sweetie?” 
“Yes, dear,” he got on all fours to wipe up god cum. She ran her foot up and down his effeminate asscrack possesively. 
“And we won’t be bringing what you did to Phoebe to the authorities because you’re going to admit that you’re a pathetic little cuckold, and us ladies are gonna be enjoying all the black cock we want now.” 
“W-what?” 
“Yes babe. Did you think I was gonna stop cheating on you? After realizing what a freak you are, I can barely stomach you now. But I might forgive you if you let me fuck all the black guys I want, when I want, where I want, and how I want. Not for some reward, but out of the goodness of your heart. Sound good?” 
He looked down at his flaccid manhood. It was as wimpy as he was. He nodded in agreement to her terms. 
“Great! That makes me so happy Dan, you don’t even know!” She dishes through her bag and got a box out. The back was legal fine print and faced Dan, “can you say it?” She asked. 
“I- I’m a white cuckold... I’m small...” 
“And?” 
“And pathetic, and I barely cum and can’t make my wife cum.” 
“And?” 
“And I’m a perv who r-raped his own daughter because... because I’m a white loser who was so insecure,...” 
“But now...?” 
“N-now I’m happy to let you f-fuck,” he started tearing up, “all the black c-c- guys you want.” 
“Good boy. Did you enjoy your orgasm?” 
“Yeah,” sniffled her submissive hubby. 
“Good,” she turned the box around, “because it’s the last you’ll have in a while.” The box had a picture of plastic in the shape of a small penis, titled ‘THE LOCK HIM UP CHASTITY CAGE- size small.’ 
“W-what?” 
“What what? I said I’d forgive you, but you have to make it up for me. So like a good little white cuckold, you’re going to be locked away in this little chastity cage. I’ll keep the key, and you can only cum when I say so. Agreed?” 
He nodded. Totally impotent. 
“Good,” she took it out, read the instructions, and started to put it on. Phoebe came over to watch. She slipped the cock ring over his tiny worm, then putting the cage over it, screwing it on, and finally locking it all together with a little gold padlock. 
Both Phoebe and Charlotte laughed at his baby dick all locked away in his new cuckold cage. It was a clear plastic tinted pink, fitting for the little bitch it was on. It was a little heavy, and pulled down his crotch a little. 
“And this thing scared me?” Laughed Phoebe, flicking it and watching it wiggle and twitch. 
“To think I married that thing,” replied Charlotte. Dan was still speechless. 
“Let’s sample our new life, how about that?” 
“Sample?” Asked Phoebe and Dan in unison. 
“That’s right,” smiled Charlotte, showing them both her phone. On it were recent texts from contacts Darnel, Jamie, Kyan, and Purcell. “I invited the guys over. We’re having another gangbang here, in one hour.” 
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20 Tips On Wearing Loose Tees Without Looking Sloppy Outfit Trends - Ideas How to Wear & What to Wear
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20 Tips On Wearing Loose Tees Without Looking Sloppy
Our favorite summer season is here and so are our favorite baggy clothes. While oversized clothes are seen as bedtime friendly they can be highly fashionable daytime outfit. Oversized clothes or tees mostly are overlooked because people feel frumpy in them and thus don’t take risk to rock in an oversized tee outside their home. While many celebrities and models set a trend of wearing baggy clothes as their go to look, many brands have started series of clothing that matches the celebrity look and easy to pull off.
Once in a while we see people out on streets wearing oversized tees and they look fabulous for some reason. You can also look remarkable without doing much effort. We had a lot of inspiration coming from Kylie and Kendall on baggy clothes but we also put together some great ideas and tricks to make you a real fashionista.
How To Wear Loose Tees Without Looking Sloppy?
Here are some tips that you should follow while wearing oversized tees:
Don’t go overboard with the size
Mix and match patterns instead of prints
Match separates
Add layers
Add accessories
Stay confident
  ↓ 20 – Pair Loose Tees With Dungarees
Dungarees and a little bit of accessories can never go old fashioned. Dungarees had been in fashion a lot lately. You can see many celebs strolling streets and spending vacations in dungarees. A very glammed up look can be created by wearing cropped dungarees and killer boots. You can also wear your dungarees rolled up with a pair of flats or glides. This black and white look will give you an idea of how to look impeccable without much effort.
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↓ 19 – Tucking In Trousers
A little tuck can never go wrong especially if you do it with class. You can see a visible difference wearing your shirt tucked in. Sometimes a half tuck looks strikingly beautiful. This decent styling trick may come from 9os but can make you like the most fashion forward person in the crowd.
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↓ 18 – Wearing Under A Denim Jacket
Styling your tee with a denim jacket is the most popular way to wear oversized shirts. Denim gives a casual look as well as providing you a wide range of options to choose from. Grab a denim jacket and you are all set to give major fashion goals. You can properly wear a denim jacket over your attire you can let it hang over your shoulders.
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↓ 17 – Wearing With A Bomber Jacket
If you are a jacket person this is the look you should go for, bomber jacket along with oversized shirt is just the right amount of fashion you need on any casual day. You can pair your neutral color oversized tee with bomber jacket to make your jacket a statement piece. Pairing it with denim and sneakers is another way to rock your style.
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↓ 16 – Pairing With Denim Shorts
Like Denim jacket, Denim shorts too look very chic when paired with a loose tee and a tuck just completes the look. High waisted denim shorts with tucked in loose shirt look a smart choice for movie night out or a fun picnic. Nowadays ripped denim shorts are most popular denim product and they too can nicely accompany your tee. Moreover, you can take a denim jacket along if you feel like it because the more the better.
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↓ 15 – Loose Tees With Color Matching Shorts
A great way to wear loos tees is to match the shorts with any color in your tee. Along with color you can match texture as well as patterns or prints. A printed tee with simple bottoms or a printed bottom with simple tees looks fabulous. If you match print, pattern and texture it will look trendier and eye catching.
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↓ 14 – Oversized Tees With Leggings
If you are clueless about your oversized tee just grab a pair of leggings and you are ready to make a statement. Leggings not only complete the look but also are a good way to feel cozy and warm in cold spring air or in light rainy days. Additionally leggings make your posture to stand out even in baggy shirt.
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↓ 13 – Oversized Tees With Lace Up Shoes
Lace up shoes are most popular shoes nowadays, wearing a loose tee over lacy shoes will flaunt you. The best way to wear lace up shoes is to mix colors with the tee. While lace up shoes come in different lengths and styles you can choose one that go well with your dress as well as with your personal style. You can wear thigh high lace up shoes as well as glides as per your choice but a little bit heel never hurts and looks cute too.
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↓ 12 – Oversized Tees With Thigh High Boots
Thigh high shoes are in fashion as much as they can ever be. Not only thigh high but also leather thigh high boots are making the world rock. while market is overflowing with all types of boots in every material you can possibly think of it is a really hard choice to pick the right one for yourself. Pairing your favorite tee with them would make you no less than a celebrity but don’t forget to grab a jacket as you leave to hit the streets.
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↓ 11 – Tie The Tee For Cute Crop Top Look
Everyone loves crop tops as much as they love baggy tees. Best part of owning an oversized tee is that you can always make a crop top out of it just by tying a knot. If you own a high waisted skirt or trousers you are blessed but if not denims are never going to ditch you. Your knotted tee looks best with any type of denim garment.
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↓ 10 – Pairing Loose Tees With Track Pants
If you want to go for a sporty look track pants are your go to. Sportswear is most trendy casual wear and is taking over the wardrobe. Being able to wear sweatpants, trainers, t-shirts and tracksuits became high fashion is past some years. So why not grab all the comfort and be trendy at the same time. Pairing your loose tee with trendy track pants and a pair of sneakers or slides makes you look stylish yet making a great statement.
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↓ 09 – Pairing With Flare Jeans
Letting your tee hang over cool jeans gives very casual yet composed look but if the jeans has a flare you are rocking on the heights of fashion. Due to the vintage touch in appearance of flare jeans they give an impression of sophistication. Dark wash flare jeans that are slim fitting can give you a more feminine look. This look can be complemented with any type of shoes but most popular and trendy are ankle boots.
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↓ 08 – Oversized Tees With Tight Leather Pants
Leather pants are that one item in your wardrobe that you can choose with closed eyes. They are the perfect addition to any outfit and can be worn in practically every situation. Contrasting your tee with extra tight leather pants makes a style that you can obsess over. You can add a leather bag to complement the look or even a leather coat, you can wear ankle boots or slides leather pants won’t mind. They will blend in, in every look and will make you look chic.
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↓ 07 – Wearing Over A Fitted Shirt
Adding layers to your outfit is a great way to look stylish. If you feel like gaining weight and think that a loose tee will make you look fat then wearing a figure hugging shirt underneath your loose tee will make you look effortlessly beautiful. Your tight fitting shirt will hold your posture while your tee will make a fashion statement. Addition of layers will add more color to your appearance that adds up in attraction and makes you look flattering.
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↓ 06 – Wearing With A Pop Of Color
Adding a little pop to your outfit will make you stand out in a crowd. If you have a simple shirt you can pair it with different colored trousers or shoes or accessories if you want. A colorful shirt demands neutrals to stand out on its own. If you pair a colorful shirts with a simple skirt or trousers and a colorful shoe it can be attractive as well. Most pastels are to be mixed with floral prints and patterns need neutrals to complete them. You can decide based on your choice that which accessories you want with any of the combination.
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↓ 05 – Give A Try To Suit
If you want to look formal yet staying casual this is your go to style. Mixing patterns is best way of styling suits. If you have horizontal lines in your shirt grab a couple of pants that have vertical lines. However stripped shirts can be worn with plaid trousers. Most people wear subtle and tonal shirts with plaid or checked trousers and they look very nice. A matching pant coat can be worn with an oversized tee but as we are talking about mixing and matching either of them can be different as well. The best way to rock this look is to contrast your shirt with a pair of trousers and to hang a muted coat over. You can match accessories or mix them as per your choice and can elevate the day.
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↓ 04 – Belt It Up
Belts are a great way to add style to any outfit. When it comes to oversized tees, belts complement the look as well as give you an hourglass figure. While corset belts are making a comeback all the way from 14th century it is a great opportunity for oversized dress owners to beautify their appearance. Kim Kardashian is reportedly the first person to pull off the corset belt look and it was hard to follow for many but with so much advancement in fashion you can never lag behind. Lace up corset belts are statement making accessory nowadays. A balanced silhouette can be created with a loose tee with corset and a tight fit bottom.
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↓ 03 – Tie It With A Shirt
Tying your oversized shirt with a button down shirt or jacket will make you look smarter. Models and celebrities love to tie a shirt around their waist. This effortless style statement is the best way to pull off a casual look like a pro. If you have some kind of print on your loose tee go for a simple shirt and if your tee is plain you can pick prints, patterns, popping colors, denim or anything you like. Just make sure that whatever you choose it balances out the other.
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↓ 02 – Wear It Off Shoulder
If you want a chic look effortlessly, show off your toned shoulder. Confidence comes to you when your dress accentuates your favorite features. Many people like their strong, sensual shoulders and keeping one of them out can be a cool affirmation. Many people love to have tattoos on their shoulder this style can be a go to for them to show off their tattoo. Off shoulder look can be completed with cute accessories or something to wear over. Kendall Jenner is giving us major style goals in this trendy outfit.
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↓ 01 – Make Your Loose Tee Dress Of The Day
And, if you are not going to bother about any of the above make it your dress of the day. A loose shirt can be worn instead of a dress with your favorite pair of shoes and a smile and you can rock the world in it.
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You can mix and match any of the style with another and swap dresses to create cute outfit looks. Two to three looks pulled off together can also look good such as tying your shirt on a denim skirt and accompanying it with denim jacket. Or you can wear thigh high boots over leggings under your oversized shirt. Adding more color to your wardrobe gives it a lively touch and compliments your personality. You can get artistic with your wardrobe yourself by keeping all these ideas in mind.
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ouraidengray4 · 6 years ago
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I Love My Weird Boobs
Would you like a curated list of everything I hate about my body? It is not a pretty list, quite literally, and would be pretty comprehensive, beginning with my super-fine hair—which refuses to grow longer than my shoulders—and ending somewhere around my bulbous little left toe that curls almost all the way under my foot and sports a discolored nail that grows into a gnarled claw.
All the time, I'm conscious of keeping my arms straight so I don't reveal how weirdly sharp my elbows are, and sucking in my rounded stomach, even when I'm not in the company of others. Pretty much every part of my body is on the list. If you think I haven't opened my mouth in the mirror and harshly judged my own tongue (too short, weirdly colored), you'd be wrong. But there is one body part that, strangely, I've never worried about: my boobs.
It's not that I think my boobs are perfect. Objectively, I can see that I may not have the ideal rack. It's just that unlike the rest of my weird body parts, which I worry about, curse, and try to change, I actually like my breasts, despite their flaws.
They are a good size: not-too-big, not-too-small B cups that sometimes spill over into C's depending on the brand. Bras are not absolutely necessary, and most of the time, I can get away with a bandeau, my bra of choice. My nipples are a good color for my skin tone, as far as I can tell. But my breasts are far from perfect. They are strangely far apart. (If I'm braless, I can fit my entire palm between the girls.) They droop weirdly, as if they are trying to take shelter in my armpits, and occasionally grow black hairs.
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My whole adolescence, I prayed my boobs would never get big, a hope half influenced by Roberta in Now and Then, who tapes herself down to stop her boobs from growing, and half by my high-school hero, Joey Potter of Dawson's Creek, whose barely-there boobs made her sleeveless tops flowy, uncomplicated, and perfect for sitting wistfully on docks.
I just wanted them small, even though according to Victoria Secret ads and magazine covers they were supposed to look better bigger. I like them far apart, even though most of society says "grab a push-up bra and squish those babies together."
But for some reason, I just don't care what society thinks of my boobs.
Normally, I'm a slave to conventional beauty expectations. I want a flat stomach. I want long legs. I shamefully tanned at the tanning salon for years before my hypochondria about having skin cancer outweighed my desire to look like I spent every day of the year at the beach. But for some reason, I just don't care what society thinks of my boobs. I like them they way they are. For once, something on my body looks the way I want it, a way that I specifically think is beautiful, even though it isn't considered perfect.
Lately, I've noticed other women embracing their body parts that aren't conventionally beautiful. I see photos of girls on Instagram without perfectly flat stomachs wearing crop tops, taking ownership of what it means to have a belly you can choose to expose. It's not just that they "don't care" if it looks bad, it's that they like the way they look, even though it's not the standard.
The first time I saw an Instagram photo of a woman who was doing yoga in a sports bra but didn't have a six-pack and a spray tan, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Folds of her stomach were rolling over the waistband of her pants, but she was just existing, not sucking in, not posing so that her waist looked smaller. It felt, in a way, that that image shouldn't be allowed. Maybe it was because so for so long, it wasn't.
Until recently, we weren't really ever presented with women existing who weren't "perfect": We didn't see it on TV; we didn't see it in magazines; we didn't see it anywhere outside of real life, where strangely, nobody we knew looked like a model but for some reason that fact never really sank in. But then there was Instagram: a platform where anyone could post photos of themselves without having to go through the airbrush-heavy sensors we're used to.
Now, we are able to see beautiful women of all shapes, colors, sizes, and bodies confidently displaying their image. I see girls who show off their stretch marks, their cellulite, women wearing clothes that accentuate the areas of their bodies that ten years ago fashion magazines told them had to be hidden under something A-line. For so long, women have been told there's basically only one way to look beautiful, but I find myself being envious of these women's "imperfect" bodies just as often as I used to be jealous of models' "perfect" bodies—so maybe that's just not true.
So far, for me, it's still just my boobs. Seeing other women show off the body parts they are proud of makes me hopeful I can get rid of that long list of all the things wrong with my body and just display it, but I'm not quite there yet. But if I can love my lopsided knockers, why not my wide hips or my armpit fat? Maybe one day. For now, I'm glad I can enjoy a piece of myself that I like just the way it is. But don't worry... I won't post my boobs on Instagram.
Lucy Huber is a writer, multiple cat owner, and sufferer of Reverse Dawson's Creek Actor Syndrome, which is a disease she made up for when you are 30 but look 15. To see her other work or ask more specific questions about her cats, visit lucyhuber.com. from Greatist RSS https://ift.tt/2KcGwIj I Love My Weird Boobs Greatist RSS from HEALTH BUZZ https://ift.tt/2yMFgGE
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time-of-liife · 7 years ago
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The low waist pants is back! Discover the pros and cons of the model and confident shipment
Successful in the early 2000s, low-waist pants ended up losing space and were forgotten for a long time, but now this game promises to turn! The sexy model has returned to the spotlight and is already more than confirmed trend for the next season.
“In fashion everything reinvents itself and is very cyclical, so after a high of the other models the next step is even the low waist return. We are already seeing some international famous using, and this is always indicative of what the trend should catch. However, this does not mean that it will happen exactly as before: we will see not only the skinny of the 1990s and 2000, but also the boyfriend models and sports pants, in fabrics that go well beyond jeans. They are not as low as they used to be, and those who like the highest will continue to use it, "explains image and style consultant Fê Bastos.
Pros vs. Cons
One of the biggest advantages of low waist pants is its bold touch and the sexiest style it gives to the look, as well as working very well on some silhouette types. "It raises the torso and lowers the legs, so it’s great for those who already have long legs or a large bust, which requires visual stretching of the upper body. As it is much more sensual than the discharge, it is necessary to use elongated upper parts to
If you lived the heyday of the model, you also know the cons very well - but it is always worth mentioning: "If the leg is already short and you wear a very low waist it gives the feeling of being even smaller. Not to flatten you, a good request is to bet on the shoe the same color of pants and with the thin beak to try to give an elongated. She also ends up marking the fat of the waist and the breeches, besides raising the hip because of the height of the waistband. Those who use them every day can also end up with a small deformation in the region in the long run because it tightens. ”
How to bet
As already said, this type of modeling tends to get very sexy, so the tip is to try to balance to the maximum. “If you’re going to use it, prefer longer or shorter tops, playing a show game and hiding so you do not get too much of an exaggeration.”
And of course, if you’re going to bet on it the best is to find tops that value the waist: “The cropped is one of the great companions of these pants because it shows the height. A combination of low waist with cropped and bomber, for example, will get very modern and interesting. Other shorter sweaters (such as those tied around the waist or those that can be worn inside the pants) will also leave more skin on the look and feel interesting. ”
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