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Humiliated By A Brat

I don’t think anyone wakes up on day and I says to themselves, “Wow, I really want to be humiliated!” or at least that is how it was for me. In fact, maybe I should say, in the beginning, for you have been humiliated you don’t wake up thinking that. After it has happened though…Well everything changes. I’m sure some of you have known your whole lives that if someone would just humiliate you it would make your life complete. But I didn’t know. In fact, I thought I was a pretty cool guy, not bad looking, had a couple of average girlfriends, make a decent amount of money.

Of course I never really tried to talk to the hot girls, they were beyond what I thought I was ever going to be able to get. I don’t know if somewhere inside I always knew they would laugh at the size of my cock or if I just thought they wouldn’t like me. But I know for certain I never imagined that I would get off on an incredibly hot, but bratty babe laughing at me and humiliating me. Thing is, when it happened, I was so turned on that I was instantly addicted and knew, as I know now, that there is no going back.

My Most Humiliating Night

The first time, the time that remains in my mind as the ultimate in humiliating and exciting moments, was at a party a friend of mine was having while I was home from college for summer break. It was hot and everyone was in the least amount of clothing possible and hanging out down by the pool. We were college and seniors and all the eighteen and nineteen year old girls there were just starting college or would be in the fall. Making us the big men on the scene and that was, of course, the point! Walking around with beers and chatting them up, I felt cooler than I had in maybe forever. I was ultra cool and in control and sure that one of the hot babes would be happy to go upstairs with me later. My friend was feeling the same and we made the most of our time, moving from girl to girl, picking and choosing who would get our attention. Basically we were total assholes, me especially. I’m telling you this because I want you to know that I deserved exactly what I got that night.

I was flirting with one particular chick all night long. She wasn’t the hottest, but she had a banging body and she seemed willing and maybe even easy. We were just about to head into the house, when She arrived. A little older, in fact we’d graduated together, She had always been the one I always wanted in school. We’ll call her Cherry. Cherry was a hot red head with curves to die for and a personality that should have been my warning to stay away or risk what she might do! Instead, I took another drink, dropped the girl I’d spent the night romancing and headed over to make Cherry an offer she couldn’t refuse. Yeah I know, dramatic whatever, I was basically just hoping to get her naked. Little did I know, the girl I had just dumped was her only slightly younger sister and Cherry had watched the whole thing.

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Laughter Equals Humiliation

So, I headed over and to my thrill and surprise, she smiled, kissed me and agreed that we had waited too long to get together. I can not imagine what she had in mind to do to me when we first went into my friend’s parents bedroom (which was right off the pool area and EVERYONE saw us go in - thus my reason for choosing it), but she didn’t have to work hard to find a way to humiliate me. After making out and convincing her to take off her top so I could play with her nipples, she reached down and rubbed the crotch of my swim trunks. Up until this moment, I was excited that she seemed not to have noticed the door, which hadn’t gotten shut all the way, had blown open and we had an audience. However, as she rubbed and then stepped back, the look on her face told me I was about to wish this was private. She pouted. Then asked if I didn’t like her. Shocked I told her of course I did, that I was rock hard. And she laughed.

Laughter is always a clue to coming humiliation. I know this now. But then she said, to let her see. So I dropped my pants to show her my hard cock and she only laughed harder, pointing now and leaning forward as if she needed a closer look. Then she said, and it was loud, “That’s it?!” as if she couldn’t imagine it were all I had and I must somehow be hiding my real cock elsewhere. Spinning around, she looked at our audience and shrugged, leaving her top and walking over to another guy, looking back only to say, “I need a man with a cock.” Everyone laughed and I came hard.