Humiliation; Some Guys Just Love To Be Turned Down

Losers Are Fun To Use

I’ve always enjoyed doling out humiliation to men. Most richly deserve of it, I find. There’s this loser in the office I work at and I know he’s got a crush on me. He’s always blushing if I look at him. He’s always there if I need any tasks, done I don’t have time for. And He has proven to be useful, if nothing else. He asked me out to dinner, and I figured, why not get a free meal out of this chump? And He asked me where I wanted to go, so I gave him the most expensive restaurant in town. I ordered the most expensive steak and a good bottle of wine. I had a feeling he was adding up the figures with every item I ordered. And I laughed, thinking of him getting into debt for my dinner.

It was a nice dinner though, and he wasn’t bad company to converse with. He must have had a pleasant time as well. A few days later, he asked if I’d like to go shopping. Now am I going to turn down some free clothes? NO! So I took him to my favorite boutique and saw a dress I adored, but it was a bit expensive. It was designer, but looked divine on me and I wanted it. He agreed it looked lovely on me, and he agreed to get it for me. He said if he bought it for me, I must wear it the next time we went out to dinner. Agreed. A beautiful dress, and another free meal. He seemed to like the humiliation of spending money he couldn’t really afford to. Whatever. I’ll take your free dinners and your clothes you’re willing to buy me.

 Humiliation Of Being Turned Down Doesn’t Seem To Bother Them

I kind of ignored him at work, giving him mindless tasks. I know he has a degree and I’m telling him to run off photocopies. The humiliation of giving him such menial tasks is enjoyable for me. The other ladies in the office were snickering at my treating him this way. He could barely look any of them in the eye. I was quite the office slut. He asked me out to dinner again. I wore the expensive dress he got me. After he asked if I’d come up to his place for a drink. I agreed. He had spent money on dinners and the dress. I could give him another hour of my time.

I went up, and we had some wine. He asked if he could give me a foot rub and I agreed. He took my shoes off and lifted my feet into his lap and rubbed them. It felt great. I had to admit; he was great with his hands. I sank into the sofa and he just rubbed and rubbed them until I melted. He said his mouth was just as good as his hands.

He asked if I’d allow him the pleasure of going down on me. I was feeling good after the foot rub, so decided I’d allow it. He raised my dress, lowered my panties and French kissed my pussy. I closed my eyes and just let him do his work. Feeling his mouth on my pussy, licking and sucking my clit and inner pussy lips, did feel great. It didn’t take me long to orgasm. That had to be a big humiliation for him

A Pity Fuck Might Be In Order

My humiliation had been fun for the last several weeks. I pondered giving him a pity fuck, since he wouldn’t get the chance again after this. AI was already satisfied and wet, so why not? I told him it was his lucky night. I’d decided to give him a pity fuck. Was he interested? He got a stupid smile on his face at the offer and enthusiastically nodded his head.

I told him to climb aboard. This was a limited time offer. He was in me within a minute. Pumping away. His dick was, as expected, small. I told him I could barely feel it as he pumped. He didn’t seem to care I was still doing out the humiliation even as I allowed him to fuck me. He was just grateful for the opportunity. It didn’t take him long to finish, and I left soon after. It would be business as usual at work going forward. I enjoy doing humiliation phone sex.

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