Bbw Humiliation Novels & Stories

And the little hickey's on the assistant's neck and chest. Not only was he disgusted at his lack of professionalism but also her lowering her standards for such a pathetic man, who was known to be a man who played with women on a daily, a womaniser. "You sure I wasn't disturibing?" He asks again when the assistant was out. "Not at all," he says sitting up. "Look Mr Bianchi, I can't tell you how to run your company, but mixing business and pleasure is never good," he says. He does not reply but fixes up his tie and clears his throat. "So shall we get down to business."

He spanked me again, harder, the sound echoing through the studio. “You were warned, Lara,” he snarled, spanking me repeatedly. *CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.* Each brutal slap made my ass jiggle and burn. “I told you not to touch yourself. Now look at you — bent over like a cheap whore in front of my actors, your slutty little cunt dripping all over the floor.” The couple was completely frozen, watching wide-eyed as my stepfather spanked my bare ass mercilessly. The humiliation was overwhelming… and it made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

My lips were laid completely open to the glaring light, slick and parted, the sheen of my arousal catching the sun in a way that made the whole wide stretch of beach feel like it was watching every shameless detail of me. "Hebert! Ah..." A sharp, desperate cry broke from me as my fingers clawed into the fine sand. The humiliation of being so utterly exposed on an open beach burned through me like fire — terrifying and, God help me, unbearably exciting. Without a moment's hesitation he guided his thick, veined cock to my drenched entrance and snapped his hips forward — that scorching, iron-hard length drove through me in one savage stroke, wrenching my tight walls open and burying itself to t

He grabs his pants and pulls them back up, tucking his wilting manhood away. ‘This was fun,’ he says. ‘We should catch up again sometime. Nice meeting you, Ryan.’ He pads across the room, opens the door, steps out into the hallway. He closes the door and leaves us together in awkward silence. I stand there, still holding Gina’s hand, and look down at her. Brett’s spunk splatters her shirt and coats her skin. She still pants hard, getting her breath back. She stretches one leg and groans softly. I have never felt so utterly humiliated and emasculated and defeated in my whole life.

"When you had Enough, all hell Rises" * * * * ¶Aiyla PoV¶ Giving a sinister smile to Neil "I asked him how does it feel to be mortified and humiliated; does it feel good huh Neil tell me...tell me you fucking asshole! "How does it feel to be smacked?" "How does it feel to be helpless?" "Are you enjoying being humiliated?" It does not feel good, does it? The humiliation and stigma you are now feeling, well, let me tell you I felt the same for years and years.

Shame burned hotter than the sweat dripping down her skin, every inch of her felt dirty—branded by their hands and jeers. Every eye in the casino had seen her body, the struggle and humiliation. From the VIP balcony, Antonio leaned casually against the rail, cigar smoke curling from his lips. He savored the proof that her body, her dignity, even her terror—none of it belonged to her anymore. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Breanna curled her knees to her chest—shamed tears burning through her eyes. Antonio stepped onto the floor, boots echoing—slow and deliberate. The crowd parted like water for him. Cigar still burning between his fingers,

“I’ll let you ride my cock. Wash it real good first, though, if you’ve been passing it around to dirty bastards like that.” He sneers at Bram, and then he turns his back to me and his spine lengthens, skin sprouting fur. He’s going to leave me here. The blood roaring in my ears is deafening. The scene unfolding around me becomes a pantomime—Greer, Rhona, and their crew laugh soundlessly with their heads thrown back, fingers pointing, clutching their guts, every expression exaggerated. The lower-ranking females shrink back, huddle together, averting their eyes in case my humiliation ricochets and hits them. The males lope off on four legs for the highlands, my mate somewhere among them, proba

“All I want is to see you humiliated, not Maxton. If you do something as simple as stripping for everyone here, then I won’t have to go through the trouble of humiliating Maxton just to prove a point, you know?” I wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand, trying hard to stop them from falling. “Okay,” I whispered, inhaling deeply, trying to calm the pounding in my chest. This was probably the most humiliating moment of my life, but if it ended whatever drama Zeke and Bambi were stirring up, then it was the least I could do. “Well, what are you waiting for? My friends aren’t going to entertain themselves. How about you get started already?” Bambi said, her voice impatient, whil

The impact left a stinging sensation on Lisa's skin, her cheek flushed with pain and humiliation. In that moment, Lisa's world shattered. The weight of betrayal and humiliation bore down upon her, crushing her spirit and leaving her standing in the spotlight of public disgrace. Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, searched for solace, for a glimmer of compassion, but all she found was a cold indifference in Adrien's gaze.

Karen mumbled like a complete slut overwhelmed with pleasure and unbridled lust. "You understand these three white slut boxes are black owned now," Barbie said, something she had said to many women over the years and more times than not that became a reality. Once a white woman got fucked good by a black dick it was over. She would be blacked forever. Shit, there was even a website called blacked that catered to that exact reality. "Oh, God," the Christian woman moaned as the two dicks filling her two holes were creating such sexual sensations while the excessive humiliation somehow added to the growing euphoria. She tried to suck the other dick, but mostly was just randomly stroking it.