For Ladies Only
I decided I'd write a where for ONCE the guy
was the victim of humiliation. So, this one's for all
those gals who'd like to see a dude get what
coming to him. (f/f, humil, clothing fetish, Mild pee)
This is dedicated to my most
amazing best friend in the whole wide world,
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I was on the street when the green Mercedes drove up. I spent a lot of time
on the street these days, and was expecting the typical look passangers gave
me with my smelly clothes and my cardboard sign. The street was otherwise
empty as two woman in a car pulled besides me. The window whirred down and
a female voice called me over
I looked inside and saw the first woman who must have been in her fourties,
slightly plump, and looked like somebody's mother. She wore a plumb blouse
with ruffels down the front and a lavender skirt and jacket. She looked a
little too dressed up, like a state worker or something, but her expression
was grim and humorless.
As I leaned into the window, I saw in the other seat was some pretty
collage aged who could have been her daughter. She had hair
pulled up in the back and have glasses on. She wore a mauve colored buisness
suit with a trendy little buisnes blazer which stoped 2 inches below her
modest sized breasts. She looked like a Heather Locklear wannabe. The girl clearly was grossed out by me and wouldn't even make eye contact.
The woman driving fingered me closer and spoke in a conspiritoral
"you wanna make a mess on her?"
"huh?" I stammered.
"Your heard me. Be a good boy, run around to her side and whip it out. Work
yourself up to it, then do your buisness across her jacket in the next three
minutes. You game?"
I stared at her dumbly, trying to process if I'd heard her right, the words
not matching the picture. They looked so normal, and if I'd misunderstood, I
could spend the night in lockup. The woman sighed impatenly, as if
she'd been through this too many times.
"Oh for heaven's sake, you CAN get it up, right? " she asked like a school
teacher or something, but her question pissed me off. I nodded frowning at
her. The other stared out her widow sharing my embarresssment and
thankfully avoiding my eyes.
"Uh...yeah. I can get it up!" I cleverly shoot back.
"They hurry op then, before you loose your chance. You've got two minute
left. " She scolded and I found myself getting aroused at why this younger
girl was just sitting there and accepting all this? I sure wouldn't.
As I speeded over to the passengers side, wondering if the pretty would
let me ACTUALLY do this, I noticed the had that ugly contorted look
people's faces get after the've been crying, which made me harder yet.
"One minute little man. " the plump bitch said, me off. Why did she
have to keep pressuring me? It sure didn't help.
But the moment the younger looked at me with that sad expression, she
suddenly made me feel self-concious and I found myself lossing my hard on
quickly! I panicked and shot a look to of guilt at the woman, my eyes
pleading for assurence and confidence.
"Fourty five seconds, oh don't worry. She does this all the time. Beside's,
the night's young, and I think her tears make her look prettier, don't you?"
I nodded stupidly as I strocked my now growing naked cock and pointed it
toword her face. The woman stared daggers at me through her tears, but
instead of melting my errection, the humiiation burning through her rosed
checks just seemd to make me even hadrer!
After a few minutes of me pumping away, at the dumpy woman's instruction,
the pretty straightend up and with a flinched expression, positioned
herslef close to me so that I my would land on her jacket, which she
had dutifuly buttoned back up, through her tears stained face. The woman leaned into the girl's face as if they were sharing an intamate
moment, then spoke to me, cheek to cheek with the younger girl:
"Now, remember, you misserable piece of garbage, stain her little jacket up
nice and sticky for our little sweetie cakes, okay?"
The woman's insulting tone drove me on, well, that and the girl's look of
pleading, like a wounded animal.
But, for some damned reason, I just couldn't get off! It wasn't any sort of
guilt thing either. I just started to panic as I watched my dick getting
limp when I needed it the most!
"Well...looks like we...*over estimated you, didn't we buddy?" the plump woman
smirked, and suddenly -
Their car just drove off down the street, and I swore I heard their laughter
and looked up to see two hookers across the street snickering at me with my
pants around my ankels and my limp dick in my hand, face burning brightly.
I was pissed and frusterated, and I only had myself to blame. I was sure
they'd stuck a in my face at the last minute. My eyes still saw
lights. What kinda mind fuck was this? I frowned, as I noticed they
For days I couldn't get my mind off those two freaks. I'd been offered a
shot at whacking off in some pretty girl's buisness suit, and I'd blown
it!!! For a poor sucker like me, this chance would probably never happen
again. I felt angry at myself and swore I'd come on that bicth's prissy
little buisness suit if it was the last fucking thing I did.
A few weeks later I'd pretty much given up on ever seeing either of them
again, when I happened to see one of them totally by chance while I was
trying to steal some donnuts from a food cart on the first floor of one of
those swank buisness buildings. I keep gawking in amazment, but there she
was! The plump lady who was driving. She was sitting behind a desk in a
crisp looking office and seemed to fall all over herself when a in a
buissness suit barked orders to her, which made me instantly hard! When I
finally saw she was alone at the desk, I scurried up to her with a smug look
on my face.
"uh.....hello." I said, unsure of what else to say.
"yes sir? And you're here to see?" she asked automaticly without looking up.
"No...it's ME. Remember? From the street? A couple of day ago?
She started, trying to place me.
So you is secretaries huh? Is your "girlfriend" one too? " I said
grinning like a fox.
Finally I saw the color drain from her face and it went hard and cold.
"How did you find - oh, never mind. And stop pretending to think, just tell
me what you want?" she demanded coldly.
"I...well.......i just, that is....I was wonding if you'd like to, well...." I
stammered, surprised at her confidence. I was supposed to have her off
guard, here at work.
"Oh, you want some more, huh ?" She said, frowning impatiently.
I noded with a smile.
"Look - you don't belong her. Your had your shot, and you blew it. Get lost,
or I'll have you forcably REMOVED from the building, understand??????" The
plump lady nearly screamed her whisper.
"uh......I'll.....tell what happened." I tried.
"Yeah, let's see who they believe." She shot back.
I picked myself up off the street after the two security guards helped me
out. I decided to wait and see if her younger friend would show up. It was
my last chance for free sex, and I realised how dumb it was to try and
manipluate the one giving the orders! I'd stick to the lowly office slut, or whatever she was. I already knew this other chick was WAY more
submissive than that bitch of a secretary!
I staked out a spot on a near by bench, and started to get bored. I soon had
almost given up, when I saw her.
The pretty who's jacket I'd been * this * close to dirtying with my stains! She wore another trendy pastel pink dress and jacket combo, much
like the one from a couple of days ago, only with retarded looking trendy
larger white buttons across the front. I rubed myself just looking at her in
that stupid suit! She was surrounded by two other women dressed in trendy
looking buisness suites too. I called out:
"Well, LOOK who it IS!!! I haven't seen you in...how long has it been? " I
tried like she's was a long lost realitive.
Her co-workers, didn't buy it, and sensing my "street person" staus, formed
in a protective circle around her. The eyes shifted to her
co-workers and back to trying to gage the situation.
"Jennifer, you know this...guy?" one whispered.
"uh...yeah. I...just......It's okay. I'll be okay. Just go back up to work. I'll be
up in..." Jennifer quivered.
"...in about a half hour." I finished her sentence for her smiling.
" you sure hon?" on asked frowning me down.
"yeah." She said in a defensive voice.
The woman glared at me, but went back into the building just the same.
Me and Jennifer were soon behind some dumpsters. I wondered if she would do
as I said without her her secretary co-worker there to order her. That sure
was a freaky relationship. I would have to see if I couldn't get her to tell
me some dirt about that too, after I had my fun first. She stood before me
with her arms folded angrily and I got worried, as she didn't look very
I asked her to kneel down in on some garbage as I whiped out my penis and
started mastebating. She just stared at me, looking like I was in over my
head. I was starting to lose my errection again, feeling self concious and
wished the plump secretary was here for a back up.
"Jennifer, do as your told." I tried sternly.
She just smirked, standing there, gaining confidence in her perky little
pink buisness suit and looking beautiful and intimitading as hell! This was
bad. I didn't want her laughing at me, especially with my pants around my
ankes behind a dumpster in an alley in broad daylight. I had to find a way
of making HER look stupid and submissive - and QUICK. I racked my brain for
an idea, desperately stroking my softening little noddle!!!
"I gonna on your fucking jacket you dumb bitch, and your gonna get on
your fuckin knees and LET me, or I'll go get your fucking girlfriend
to help me do it!!!" I growled in my best intimidating voice.
Then I slapped her face.
We were both stunned into silence, and her face flushed bright in
humiliation. I felt like she was gonna call the cops or scream or about to
Suddenly she pulled out a cell phone from her purse, and hit a button on
"..uh.....hey, there...stop that." I said said not sounding very forceful at
all. I knew she would call the cops, but I was hoping she was bluffing.
She started whispering to whoever was on the other end.
Tears trickeled over her face, but she continued to talk on the phone, while
staring at me coldly, and I'd SWEAR she was gonna belt me one! I kept
stroking my dick as she stared me down and I looked away angrily, shame
"...it's her. The woman I was in the car with yesterday. She said she wants to
talk with you." The said, holding out the phone to me.
"uh....forget it, just hang up. This is between you and me. Fuck her. " I
Your *afriad* to talk to her now?" the asked, incredulessly.
"Fuck you. Just hang up." I said again. But she wouldn't. She just lept
whispering. She finally said, loud enough for me to hear "he's too whimped
to even talk to you...yes I'm serious..."
This was worse than the cops I thought! Slowly my eyes met hers, and all I
saw was pure anger.
"your in trouble, you know that, don't you." She said with a strange grin
starting. It was almost like she was coming on to me, in a weird sick way.
She knew she might have leverage, and that turned her on, I was sure.
My panic and embarrassment turned to excitment, especialy not knowing what
she was gonna do next. If she would just stay put and keep blabing to her
dyke girlfriend, maybe I'd could spit a load from where I was standing,
maybe even squirt it across her prissy little buisness skirt.
"She said you only have two more minutes before they'll send for security.
So you'd better just hurry up." She said.
"...you want me to what ? But I don't...yes, I know. Yes ma'am. I understand
ma'am." The turned away as if embarrassed for me to hear her conflict.
Then my jaw almost droped as I saw her tuck the phone under her chin and
reluctantly start unbutton her jacket. I thought I would spray a boat load
all over her just seeing the smoldering anger and defeat in her eyes! This
was too good to be true I smiled! After she finished with the jacket, she
even started to unbutton her blouse, exposing her bra. Then she took of her
jacket and threw it on the ground in front of me, her exposing her bra
through her unbuttoned blouse and staring at me in a pouty frown.
"She said to just, do your buisness across the jacket. She said for me to
you a little show with my bra, if that helps, but hurry up. I don't have all
day. " she said soundning as bored as a McDonalds employee working a drive
I couldn't keep my erection staring at her stupid jacket, so I did as her
girlfriend ordered and stared at her boobs, but her eyes seem more amused
now than misserable, and that didn't help. But I was losing hardenss quick,
and I was in a panic. Not twice In a row, I wimpered.
We stared at each other, frozen in time for several seconds, me jacking my
penis which was softening before her gaze, while she kept holding open her
blouse for me to hurry up. Her "show" was rather dry as she stood holding
her blouse open and wispering on the phone. I saw a smirk spread across her
lips as she witnessed my shrinking cock.
I just stared down at my limp dick as it shriveled to the smallest it had
ever been. It was no use.
I just couldn't cum.
I was so devastated, I droped to my knees, and just started crying. I didn't
even care anymore, about her, about her jacket, any of it. Jennifer walked
to me, and stared down at me dick. In the most sticky sweet baby talk she
whispered into my ear.
" Does ums poor widdo pee-pee not make a sticky ? " She smiled in the most
warm yet condending way possible.
Blinded by my tears, I shook my head yes, as she forced me to push my face
into a pile of garbage across the pavement, with my pants still around his
She moved behind me quietly. For several seconds I could hear nothing, but
knew she was behind me, watching, and I was staring to feel angry at myself,
just like I did by their car, for just passivly kneeling with my ass in the
air before her. I fumbeled with my dick as I could hear her breathing into
her phone, and it was getting to me. Who the fuck did this bitch think she
was anyways ? I fumed as I stayed there as she instructed.
I was angry my cock wouln't come alive as my face grew with humiliation
as I felt her slowly hike up her skirt, roll her down, then squat
over my butt! I was heartbroken as I felt her hol herself there, poised over
...then felt her warm splash across my expossed butt and trickle across
my back, behind my neck and even hug around into my face a little. Why
didn't I say something? Do something? As my wee wee shriveled more and I
cringed at her smug little chuckle.
And it seemed to never end, and she just....she kept doing it, and slowly
covering me and my butt and clothes in her warm stinky urin as I sunk down
in defeat and shamefully burrowed my face deeper into the stinking garbage
But was so frusterated that she had won, plusI didn't even come. I just
kneeled there in frusteration and tears. I couldn't believe after all that,
I'd still couldn't get it up!!!!
" Nice going dip shit. " she hissed at me, then spoke into her phone:
" He wilted completely. Now what should I make him do? " she asked into her
phone. I looked down and saw Jennifer's urin saoking my clothes and on the
alley dirty blacktopand then spoted ther clean little jacket, totally
unsoiled. I'd failed to come on it, yet again...
"Well, she say's you'll have to.....well......stay down there, you know.. lick up
so? Get to work, dummy. " the frowned at the puddle of she left me
in, staring me down at me. There was no fucking way I was going to - was
this fucking insane? After what she'd already done???
"...tell her to fuck off." I whispered.
She handed the phone toword me to talk to the plump woman, and I went white,
desperatly not wanting relive my impotance with that harpy again.
"I'm not talking to her, you tell her." I said in a wimpy tone.
The layed the phone down on the dumpster for a second and leaned down
next to me, covered in her stinking piss, spoke in a soft tone to me almost
like Iwas a slow witted child.
" Look, she can't hear us now. I muted the phone. This is me talking to you.
You know your not worthy. You blew it. Your little wee couldn't even get
it up to dirty my jacket. Your worthless. Lick up the mess I made on you, so
I can get back to work, okay ?." She said like she was waiting for me to
realize I would. I shook my head, afraid of my weakening knees and will.
Some inner part of me was almost willing to. Is seemed....well....*right* in a
strange sort of way. She had won, or I had lost...
"...poor little piece of garbage couldn't have gotten it up even if the pretty
nice buisness lady gave you a hand job herself, huh?" she cooed sweetly , as
I sunk to my knees and tears were forming in my eyes. I looked at the pool
of drying and my stomach did flip flops, but I bent over anyways...
Suddenly I heard the click of high heels behind me, and -
Flash. - Flash.
The plump secretary was there behind me as I jumped up and spun around. She
had a and took another as I scampered off with my pants
around my ankels in shame as they watched laughing at me. It was their
laughter I heard that night, I remembered. I knew I would jerk off to the
memory of this painfull humiliation, but right now it only stung like mad!!!
How could I FAIL twice??? What was wrong with me? I knew in my heart that
I'd probably never be able to get it up again, as I disapeared into the
night crying like a beaten dog.
"Well, what took you so long? And why'd didn't you wait till he licked it
up?" The asked, rebuttoning her blouse.
That's not what were * into *, remember? We're into them NOT cuming." The
older woman giggeled as she pulled a pile of photos from her pures, the
younger one picking up her jacket and cell phone.
"hey, who you talking to? The plunp woman asked as she heard the voice on
the other end droning on.
" ...at the tone, the time will be..."
"No one. " the younger said, clicking off her phone. The one held
some photos before the younger.
"Well, now we've got two of this creep. Which do you like?" the plump woman
asked, planting kisses across the younger neck.
" I like the first. He's got the deer in the headlight expression that
drives me wild. He really turned me on when he wasn't able to even look in
my eyes. I love that part. It's such a damned rush! See how this one matches
the others? How many is that now? " the younger laughed through her
tears, laying her head on the woman's shoulders.
The woman fliped through the hand full of photos in her purse as she
warmly huged her partner.
"Must be, I dunno, like thirty? I can't believe I let you talk me into this
sick little game, but it IS more arousing each time they crap out! Watching
their little weenies becoming so placid and their frightened little
expressions, it's fucking priceless! If they only knew you were vice
pressident, they'd shit their pants, huh?
" So, why do you supose these bums lose their stiffies every time we do
this?" the woman grinned as they disapered into the building.
"...same reason WE get off on it, sweets..." The younger woman whispered into
her lovers ear.
Okay, I origionaly had the bum in the "just missing" his orsams, yet
also came (instead of the which it now is) and since I've only had one
lover in my life, and she's a woman, I was wallowing in Ignorance of how a
dude comes! Luckily a good friend, Emily, came to me rescue and explain
"OK - I've corrected a couple of hundred spelling mistakes.
"In my role as Encycpolpedic Super Slut and Queen of a Thousand Cocks I have
to say never "miss their organsm". They either don't (you're right,
usually because of neves, pressure, self-consciousness), waaaaaaaaay to
early (that friend - premature - don't worry darling, it
doesn't matter, it'll be OK next time, blah blah), they but it's a
completely selfish - like they are poking some inannimate shag-bag, or
they get it right as part of making love to you. It is a cocky and
arrogant thing to do - to push inside someone and perform a discharge, or
showing off and coming on your clothes / chest / / face. do take
themselves pretty seriously when they are "performing" and ridicle is a
strong force for wilting. "
Soooo...there you have it. We dykes learn something
new every day, huh? * g *
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