Bret

 
Bret:
Femdom Stories
2008-02-18
Bret had the entire office at her beck and call. She had that kind of charm. The kind of sexy charm that made you feel special when you were around her. And if you did her a favor she'd let you hang around, if you didn't, she'd cut you down with a look that'd make your nuts shrivel and send you packing.

I didn't put up with that crap. I wouldn't take it.

I'm a man not a Bitch.

I had my ways of getting back at her.

Like when I'd walk into the break room and she'd look up from a table and say "Here's my little Chump-fuck. Get your ass over here and get me a coffee. And be quick about it, you low-life little shit. Two sugars, three creams. And make it snappy or I’ll kick your punk ass around the block, Bitch-- Chop-chop!" I'd get her a coffee, sure. After all she's sitting there with her clique, I'm not gonna show her up, you know? I'm a good sport. I played along.

In that setting I was like the man of the house who comes home to find a gaggle of neighbor ladies gossiping around the kitchen table and the wife hands him a list of chores and tells him to get cracking. If the guy's got any sense he'll give the little lady her moment to shine. Let the women have a quiet laugh on him while his wife has a smug grin plastered on her mug.

So, yeah, I let her have her fun. I got her coffee. But two sugars, three creams?-- no way! Three sugars, two creams--- that's what she got from me. I stuck it to her good.

I didn't let her get away with treating me like a schlep. I’ll tell you that right now.

Me and Bret shared a grudging admiration. She appreciated the fact that I didn't buckle under. We had mutual respect.

She respected my independent mind and I respected her body. With a body like hers I couldn't help but respect it. That ass, those legs, those feet!

I had to give the devil her due Bret looked fabulous in a great pair of heels. Five-inch patent leather stilettos being her principal weapon of choice. And talk about cleavage? Oh, those toes!

Sure, five-inch stilettos do wonders for any slender young thing with a 5' 10" frame. A girl could hang straight as limp spaghetti and then step into a pair of heels and suddenly have curves in all the right places. A little fullness in the calf. A little heft in her ass. Tummy goes in, chest goes out and that's all she wrote. Presto-Change-O! Instant makeover.

But with Bret it was different. When she stepped into a pair of stilettos she stepped into another dimension. I couldn't imagine Bret without her heels. She wore heels to do cardio-kickboxing. She probably wore her heels in the shower.

Bret was like a Superhero with a secret source of power and Bret's stilettos were her source of power.

Let me tell you about this one time and you'll see what I mean.

We had a guy come in, a sales rep, a real ladies man. Acting like a real jerk. Disrespecting the females in the office.

I told him to cool the language. Calling the girls "chicks" and "broads" and saying stuff like "wouldn't kick her outta bed for eating crackers" or "Hey, Baby, wanna get lucky?". Dude was like a museum of bad pick-up lines.

Then he said something demeaning about Bret. What he'd like to do to her. That's when things got physical. I let him have it.

I punched him in the gut so hard I nearly broke my wrist. Unfortunately, he just laughed in my face and slapped me down and I hit the floor hard. He picked up the garbage can from next to the coffee station and emptied it over me. Wet coffee grounds, half-empty cups of coffee, half-eaten fast food pancakes smothered in syrup--- all of that slimy stinking garbage soaked into me and stuck to my body.

I slipped a couple times trying to get up and when I finally got to my knees he put his size 13 in my face and shoved me back down in the filth and muck.

In short, he came pretty close to actually humiliating me.

Bret came to my aid. She walked up to the guy and faced him off.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" she taunted. An oldie but goodie.

"Like who?" he says, laughing and smiling. "You?" The creep.

"You don't want to mess with me, Dipshit." Then Bret asked for his wallet.

The guy looked at her funny but he gave her his wallet.

Bret took out a dollar bill and turned like she was walking away and flips the buck over her shoulder in the air and before you can say "grasshopper" she wheels and pivots and kicks and sticks her stiletto right in Washington's left eye. The dollar was stuck halfway up her heel like one of those poles with spikes they use to pick up litter.

"Get your buck and get the fuck out of here." Bret threw his wallet in his face.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said as he knelt at her feet and ripped the dollar from her stiletto. Bret wouldn't lift her foot for him.

I about had an orgasm right there.

That gives you an idea of what Bret was like and how agile she was.

She came over to where I lay more/less wallowing in garbage. She yanked me to my knees by my shirtfront and reared up on the toes of her left foot raising her right hand high over her head. She brought her hand down hard--- a sharp strike with the flat of her hand against the side of my face--- and sent debris flying from my head like hard rain pounding against the ground. One, uh, two, uh, THREE-- hard enough to knock the White off rice.

"Embarrass me, will ya?" she said as she let fly, "Like I need a Twerp like you to fight my battles for me? Fucking simpleton."

She was so fucking magnificent. Her actions were smooth. Powerful. Decisive. I was glad for the wetness staining my clothes, hiding my cum-stained crotch.

Sure I shot my wad. Who wouldn't? She was basically doing one-arm curls with my body as deadweight, while balancing on one foot in five-inch heels, and swatting my ass into oblivion without so much as breaking a nail.

She was an Amazon Goddess.

I was lost in ecstatic bliss as she dragged my limp body to the ladies room. Like a predator in the wild dragging a carcass to her lair.

"Strip!" she barked.

I obeyed.

Several other women walked in to see what was up. Bret had me lay face-up on the cold tile over the floor drain and one by one she had the women take turns pissing on me.

There was nothing sexual about it. It was just the most practical way of getting me clean.

I think most of the gunk washed off by the third or fourth pisser but she let the rest of them have a go at me just to be sure.

I didn't understand why women complained about having to squat to piss. Saying how guys are so lucky. These women didn't seem to have any problem pissing on me while standing up. They just made sure to spread their lips open and keep their stance wide and the stream shot clear.

And that just goes to show they were being helpful and not at all demeaning. I mean, if they wanted to have fun and make me feel used they would've got right down and squatted over me and did their business right in my face.

But they didn't. They stood clear and rinsed me down. Not like this other guy I knew that got pissed on.

A long time ago when this friend of mine was just a dumb kid he got drunk at a biker bar and went out back in the alley to puke. He puked so hard he passed out.

A bunch of biker dudes made a semi-circle around him and started pissing in his face. I scrambled to my feet-- I mean my friend did--- and accidentally caused some back-splash. One of the guys cold-cocked him and he was unconscious again.

The next time he came-to there was a biker broad squatting over him pissing right in his face. I knew better than to get up and get sucker punched again-- I mean my friend knew better. He lay there and took it. I was afraid they might start shitting on me if I made a ruckus. I mean-- oh, Hell!-- it was me, all right? I got pissed on. About ten skanks emptied their bladders in my face before they let me up.

I felt an overwhelming sense of shame being used as a potty for a bunch of no-account lowlifes and their stink-hole women.

That is, until I found out it was just a standing rule of their Club. It pertained to everybody. Anybody caught falling asleep on the premises got pissed on. It happened all the time.

So I knew from that experience that getting peed on was no big deal. The thing is, even though I knew it was no big deal and I realize they were just having fun, personally, I felt like it was kind of demeaning for the Biker Broads to squat right over me. In my opinion it showed no class. Not like my friends at the office. They knew how to piss on a guy and make him feel good about it. I appreciated that.

I know I said there was nothing sexual about it. And there wasn't. Even though my cock stayed rock hard all through the action. It was just because the women themselves looked so beautiful. So natural. You could feel the sense of camaraderie develop between them. And me too. I was part of it. So it was no wonder my cock was aroused. This was something special.

But now as Bret took her place standing directly above me, not off to the side like the others, but straddling my body. Her pussy poised for action pointing directly at my face. This was excruciatingly sexual.

"Open wide," she ordered. And I did.

The perfectly tight stream of her warm yellow wetness hit the back of my throat as I gulped quickly and deeply and had a volcanic reaction as my nuts spewed cum high in the air nearly splattering Bret's sensational ass with white-hot cock-cream.

The girls howled with appreciative laughter saying stuff I really didn't understand. About me being a purebred Bitch right down to my teeny weenie Bone. Stuff like that.

Bitch? We were just having fun. It's not like I'm some kind of submissive pervert or something. But that's how I am. I always take things the wrong way. Of course, they were just kidding. They were just having a bit of fun talking trash.

Bret shooed the girls back out onto the work floor, back to their cubicles, and told me to towel off while she scouted out something for me to wear.

She came back carrying a slinky black dress and told me to try it on.

It fit.

I actually thought I looked pretty good in it. I do have nice legs if I say so myself.

"How can I get away with wearing this?" I asked.

"That's the only thing around." Bret said, "Kellie had it in her drawer for some reason. But you're right. It looks too goofy. Hang on. I'll be right back."

In a minute she was back.

"Here." Bret held out a pair of black pantyhose. "These'll keep your little ding-dong from poking at the fabric and hide your hairy legs from showing."

I put them on. They felt all tingly-soft against my skin. Hooo.

"Don't forget these." Bret kicked off her stilettos. "I'm sure you'll fit into them with your tiny feet. I've got a spare set in my office."

I won't even try and explain why I went along with this. I mean, I did have to wear something didn't I? And if a dress was the only thing available then why shouldn't I accessorize with pantyhose and heels?

Okay, saying that out loud sounds ridiculous. But it felt terrific. Maybe because of the new bond I felt with my female coworkers. They were going out of their way to clean me up and get me squared away. It felt good to have them pitching in and looking out for me. After all, it was because I stuck up for them that I got so filthy in the first place. Why shouldn't they help me out?

It would be rude for me to get all macho now. See what I mean? I didn't want to insult them by refusing their hospitality. That's the reason this felt so right. I'm no cross-dressing fruit.

The rest of the day went well aside from me stumbling around in those stilettos. Bret had bigger feet than me so I was clopping around like a little girl in her Mommy's grownup heels.

Everyone acted like it was my own personal Halloween dress-up day. Someone conjured up a platinum wig and one of the girls applied some make-up to complete my look. They talked about making every other Friday an official day for me to wear a drag costume to liven things up a bit.

A few guys made nasty cracks about me. Someone noticed a white splotch on the dress that they said looked like dried cum and they wondered out loud if I was giving guys head in the Men's room and wanted to know how much I charged. But I knew they were just teasing.

Turns out that white spot on the dress was the Macho Man Sales Rep's jiz. Kellie kept the dress as a souvenir after going down on the creep's eleven-inch pecker. He used her once and threw her away. He tossed Kellie aside like yesterday's news but she liked to put that dress on and masturbate at her desk fantasizing about him. Or should I say, fantasizing about his cock. She carried the torch for his torch, as it were.

When Bret found out about that monster cock she wanted some of that stuff.

At 5 o'clock I went to Bret's office to change back into my regular clothes (they were back from the cleaner's) and there he was: that rat bastard Sales rep.

I went after him to finish kicking his ass like I started to do earlier but before I could I tripped and fell in those damn heels and he picked me up by the throat and slapped the snot out of me.

Bret made him stop.

I hurried over to where my clothes were but Bret said to leave them be for now. Bret was gonna fuck the sales rep while I gave her a rim job. The sales rep wanted me to stay in drag so it'd be like a two-girl threesome.

Bret let him have his way. She didn't want him to have any negative distractions while she humped his pecker.

There was nothing I could do.

Sales Rep sat in Bret's chair as she straddled his lap and mounted his cock.

I nearly got a charley horse in my neck from trying to get in rhythm with Bret's bouncing ass as she humped the tremendous length of his enormous pecker. It was hard work keeping my tongue up her ass. It was all I could do to maintain penetration.

To make things worse Bret wanted to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. So she would suddenly stop humping and just slide down on his rod and sit motionless when she got right to the edge of her orgasm.

But she wanted me to keep my tongue up her ass. This was not an easy thing. When she stopped like that she actually slid much lower than when she actively humped. It was too low. My tongue slipped out.

"Use suction." Bret suggested. "And slide your hands under his thighs and lean in a little more." The thought of deliberately snuggling my hands under this Goon's ass made me want to puke.

This is the guy that tried to humiliate me. Twice! It was bad enough that I knelt between his legs and bobbed hard while his nuts slapped my chin. I mean, I licked Bret's asshole not his cock but it almost felt like I was going down on him. I know I'm overreacting but it took most of the fun out of eating Bret's ass.

Before I could say anything the Sales Goon told Bret, "If that Bitch touches me I'm gonna punk his sissy ass."

Bret slapped him. Hard.

"Mind your tongue or I'll let him fuck your sissy ass."

I had my tongue up Bret's ass as she said this, massaging a small throbbing hemorrhoid, and the strangest thing happened. I felt the goon's dick get hard. Up to now his pecker was erect but not completely hard. Still a little floppy. I figured it was because it was so damn huge his body couldn't afford to shunt that much blood to one area. But now as Bret threatened to make him bend over and be my punk I could feel his cock press against the wall of Bret's ass from inside her and it felt like a policeman's flashlight.

The sudden growth spurt made Bret moan. She was right down on the thickest part of his bone and it stretched her opening to its limit. She had to pull up to avoid getting ripped open. She paused a moment then settled back down til she found the new sweet spot.

"I think we just found out who the real sissy bitch is." Bret said.

She had me get up and stand next her and told me to show him my dick. I guess the guy got hot again cause Bret moaned and shifted as she grabbed my manhood and pointed it in the goon's face.

She let me stare at her tits while she pumped my pecker in his face.

"Don't." he begged. He wasn't very convincing.

Bret didn't like the Bitch telling her 'Don't' so she made him finish jacking my shaft. Bret just kinda sat back and watched as the Bitch gave me a handjob till I dumped a load in his face. My hot sticky cum splattered his mug and drove him mad with excitement.

The fucking cunt jerked and lurched like when Lepke got The Chair.

Bret humped the pseudo-epileptic like she was busting a wild bronco. She came like an express train running late.

The Bitch started sobbing like the sissy he is as Bret wiped my cum from his face with her fingers and fed it to her new sissy Bitch.

Without being asked I went back to kneeling behind Bret and finishing her rimjob as a kind of afterglow thing. Now that the Bitch was turned-out proper I felt comfortable getting into position for some real ass eating. I put my arms around the Bitch's ass and pulled my face into Bret's beautiful butt. Real snug like.

"Go easy." Bret said softly.

No problem. I'd go nice and easy and give her a slow-motion rimming-- not like some hyper loathing Bitch that can't control himself. That's not me.

I'm no Bitch.
 



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