Floor 15

All characters are over 18, all sexual acts are consensual, all characters are fictions and the events are fictitious.

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I hold deep, humiliating secrets. The kind that make my thin 5 inch cock throb and my mind wonder if I'm normal? I like it kinky, even cruel. Anything from vanilla, BDSM to a woman standing and peeing on me while she laughs. The more humiliating, the better. But I search out these fantasies online. Message boards, porn sites, anything with a search bar where I could type "femdom", "humiliation" or "mistress", and I'm there.

I'm not a bad looking guy. 5 foot 11 inches tall with shaggy brown hair, athletic build just thin enough to see my abs, minimal body hair, blue eyes. I do well financially and have a social life, and somehow, despite the twig between my legs, I give woman orgasms.

But something was always missing. Sex just didn't do it for me. I'd go on a date, have a few drinks, do some light flirting until I'd invite the woman back to my place and seductively begin to kiss her, sliding my tongue in her mouth as I rise my hand up her back, unhooking her bra until her tits gracefully fall out. I'd start to caress them, feel her nipples until they got hard, then slide my hand down the back of her pants and feel her panties.

This is how it happened last night. It was with Jessica, a 5 foot 4 redhead I met at the gym. She was chubby, with a cute, sexy, freckled face and full lips. After we shared a drink I couldn't think of anything except servicing her wet hole.

She laid back on my bed and I pulled her jeans off to reveal a pair of cotton white panties that had a wet spot directly on the center. I spread her legs and began to taste my meal, like a little cum servant, feasting on the nectar I was put on this earth to taste, to ingest.

I always made it last, savored it. First I lightly touched the tip of my tongue to her panties to taste them, see how wet they were, cupping her cheeks from underneath to lift the honey pot closer to my mouth as she moaned.

"Right there. Right on the clit. Don't stop."

I never did stop. Not until I tasted her sex. Then I let my tongue slide around her pussy, tasting the bare skin poking out of her panties.

I slid her panties off, her shaved pussy exposed, calling for my mouth. I moved my hand to hers, so I could feel her squeeze as my tongue slid up and down her pussy, right in between her lips, up to the clit, getting it even more wet and sloppy. I cleaned every crevice, every secretion that hid even in the deepest folds of her pussy.

As I pulled my face away for a moment to admire her goddess hole, I saw a little streak of creamy cum dripping from her pussy hole down to her asshole, and slowly slide my tongue from bottom to top to get it all in my mouth in one lick. Her ass, her cum, her fluids, all in one motion.

I reached inside her with a finger, continuing to hold my face firm while I sucked on her clit and wiggled my finger up and down inside her, feeling her vaginal cavity slowly fill with honey. She began to breath heavily, in and out, in and out, and then she came. She came so much I could feel it, taste it, and at that moment my throbbing, thin, weak penis exploded in my pants. Jessica leaned in seductively and asked if I wanted her to ride me, but when she reached down and felt my wet spot she chuckled.

"You did great with your tongue" as she removed her hand and gave me a light kiss.

We laid back on the bed, spooning in silence, until she started dressing and discussing her plans for the next day. She left in a rush, the kind of rush that said a lot without her having too.

As the door shut, I stepped back into my apartment, and saw her soiled white panties on the floor. They weren't just wet, but sopping with a combination of my saliva, her cum and a few urine stains. I began to sniff them, my cock instantly springing back into position in my cum filled briefs. I felt a rush sweep over my body, similar to when Jessica deposited her cum in my mouth.

I stepped into my bedroom, and shut the door and dropped my briefs and began to step into her used panties, pulling them up until I could feel her juices against me, the back of them riding up my virgin hole. I looked down and could instantly see pre cum bubble out of the fabric. I was so horny, so horny that I reached down and swiped a finger over the wet spot, tasting my juice. Standing there in used panties, I cam again with no contact.

I opened my eyes to reset myself and realized the blinds were only half closed. Closed enough to not see my face, but Abigail, my neighbor across the courtyard would know exactly who was standing there in stained panties.

***

I live on the top floor of a 15 floor apartment building that's shaped like a U. Most of the floors have many units, but the 15th floor has just Abigail and I with a large courtyard in the middle that we share. We'd both moved in about 4 years ago, her focused on starting her now thriving psychiatrist practice, me finding convert ways to feed my desires of humiliation.

In the summer she was outside constantly, watering flowers, letting her little dog run around, always poised and stylish. She was 5 foot 1, plump, with short brown hair that she wore very chic. Despite being attracted to her I never thought of her as a sexual partner.

I moved in about 2 years ago when I was 31 and she was 44, and we started as neighbors, exchanging pleasantries, then running into each other on the deck and sharing meals. She'd quip about work, dating, or the latest books we were reading.

Quickly our friendship progressed to discussing more personal topics, even at times escorting each other to and from medical appointments. It was an organically platonic, deep friendship, to the point I never worried about shutting my blinds, and neither did she.

Aside from a handful of female friends, Abigail rarely brought anyone home. By her own admission, she didn't have the emotional space to give to a partner.

"I've got my patients, my dog and my, in that order," she'd often say.

But a few nights ago, I stayed up far later then usual, and as I went into my room I saw Abigail's blinds were open, only a nightlight on. There was just enough light for me to see her plump silhouette rocking back and forth on a large shaft, at least 3 inches bigger then mine, packed with twice the girth. Her ass rode up and down as two hands gripped her juicy behind, her pair of black panties still on, pushed to the side so her hole was exposed.

I shut the lights off and laid on my bed, my hand sliding down my briefs feeling my pathetic thing come up for air, making a mess all over itself. I couldn't help it, I quietly crept over to the window and peaked out of one of the blinds, my cock dripping on to the wood floor.

By now, Abigail had changed positions and was on all 4s, the man ramming his cock in from behind as he wrapped his hands around her breasts. And then I saw it, Abigail roll onto her back and milk the mans cock right into her pussy, continuing to stroke it as he clenched. She reached her hands down to her pussy, rubbing it for a few moments, sliding her fingers in and out with his seed all over her, wiping them across her panties.

I looked down and saw a pile of cum sitting there, my own filth, my own embarrassment.

I got on my knees and began to lick it up like a dog, imaging, praying, hoping that Abigail would come over, push me onto by bed and sit on my face, emptying her cum cavity into my mouth. Slapping my little dick as she did it. Standing up and peeing all over me while she laughed. Having her way with me, controlling me, making me her pleasure boy.

"Eat my filth James."

***

There wasn't any debating who was knocking at the door. Abigail was the only other person that could get onto the 15th floor. I waited a few seconds, but it came again. Knock. Knock. Knock.

I threw a robe on and tightened it before opening the door and saw her. Abigail. In a white nightgown, pure satin down to her toes. Her hazel eyes leered at me, her red lipstick, set against milky white skin. I could see a few strands of hair poking our of her arm pits. A touch of her cleavage exposed. Nothing scandalous about her outfit, just the energy around us.

"I'm so sorry. I meant to close the blinds."

I knew she'd seen, there was no point in lying. And in a weird way I was relieved. Someone had seen me in a moment of humiliation, a person I trusted. Isn't that what I wanted? I towered over her, and yet, she commanded things. She spoke, with a sugar sweet voice that masked her dominance.

"I just came over to see if you wanted to watch a movie at my place. I heard it's awfully scary and I could use a friend to keep me company."

She seemed oddly calm, almost like I was in a thriller of my own making, waiting for the plot twist. How could Abigail be scary, with those almond eyes and curves for days.

"Just let me change my cloths and I'll come by in a few," I murmured as I felt the panties begin to ride up my fuck hole.

"Don't be silly. You can wear your robe. It'll just be us" she said with a seductive smile.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside to the courtyard, leading me to her back door. I followed like an obedient little man child. We got to her room and she shut the door, followed by a locking of the deadbolt, deliberate and slow enough so I could hear it click. Then I heard her laugh, chuckle loudly and she went into the living room.

"Don't be shy. Sit on the couch and I'll get the movie started."

I sat on her couch, still in the soiled white panties, my cock beginning to become semi hard, with excitement. Excitement she'd seen me and not been disgusted.

"Touch my stomach with your cock."

I looked up and saw Abigail riding a white dick, 8 inches long with enough girth to stretch her lips. She was secreting cum all over his fuck stick, every inch of her perfectly plump body, feeling that head touch her stomach. I could only see from the back, but it was Abigail, naked, bouncing up and down, black panties pushed to the side, layers of her cum all over his shaft.

Panting, moaning, sweating. All I could see and hear was sex, real sex, with a real man, a real cock and a real goddess.

"Seed my womb."

She got off the cock and started running her mouth up and down the shaft, cum dripping out of her pussy onto the floor.

"Did you like it," a big grin across her face.

I didn't know how to respond.

"I shot this a few days ago, so I'd have it for alone time. But I never thought it'd be for us time."

She spoke with such control, such authority, such ownership of me, despite being half my size. My cock began to harden as I reached deep for a few words.

"Why are you showing me this?"

My voice conveyed no confidence.

"I thought you'd like it. Watching me fuck someone. And I can tell I was right" she said, a hint of a chuckle following.

I tried to speak but she walked over and put a finger to my lips and kept speaking.

"Let's be clear. When I fuck someone, not when I get fucked."

She stepped back and continued, from a stance of authority, as I sat there like the tiny man I was.

"I like being in control. Watching a powerful man, all that masculine energy brimming, suddenly just fade away at the site of my tits, and even more when he feels my juicy hole wrap around him." I sat back, unsure what to make of the situation, watching Abigail pace back and forth in her nightgown.

"Most of them are a bit tougher but you, cute little you, my best friend, I think you're weak. Deprived, desperate, pathetic."

She looked at my blank stare and began to laugh. "Stand up and take the robe off. Go on, off with it"

I stood up slowly, but didn't take the robe off, embarrassed at what was underneath.

"Take... it... off... or... I... will... make... you."

I undid the belt and let it fall to the floor, my hairless body standing there in a pair of white woman's panties, stains on the crotch, wet spots all over, pre cum leaking out of the fabric where Jessica's urine had left a stain.

I heard Abigail laugh, chuckle at me, starting at me, her eyes fixated on the helpless man that stood in front of her.

"It's so cute and it fit's so nice in your panties. Who's panties are those?"

"A girl left them at my place."

"Was she tall James?"

"No."

"And yet, your penis fits in her panties just perfectly. Pity."

She walked over and tapped the head of my cock as I winced like a baby deer. "Did you at least give her an orgasm?"

"Yes... yes."

She walked up to me and gave me a little slap on the cheek and whispered into my ear. "Not with that dick. Come closer and whisper to me, how did you give her an orgasm?"

"I licked her."

Abigail began to pace again, smiling, appearing thrilled at the news I'd shared. "Tell me, did you let her deposit her cum in your mouth?"

"Yes, yes Abigail."

"No James, say it, say it like I told you. Be confident in your existence."

"Yes Abigail, I let her deposit her cum in my mouth."

"And why did you do that? Is it because you like it when woman deposit their fluids in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Say it like I told you. And call me Goddess."

"Yes Goddess, I like having woman deposit their fluids in my mouth."

She walked forward and grabbed my cock, stroking it, holding it in her hand and squeezing every few seconds to remind me of her dominance. She grabbed my hand and began to walk me toward her room.

She pointed to the hamper in the corner and motion for me to open it.

With reluctance, I walked through the room, smelling the aroma of sex as I got closer to the wicker hamper. On top of a pile of cloths was pair of black panties, dried cum all over them, and a crotch that had some wear to it, showing they'd been worn many times.

"Put them in your mouth." I hesitated, and my Goddess walked closer to me.

"If you do, I'll give you a present, but first you have to put them in your mouth."

Abigail put her hand on my head and slowly pushed down, until I was on my knees in front of her. I could smell her pussy, a mix of sweat, piss and cum that made me melt and my cock throb.

I balled them up and put them in my mouth, tasting the cum and bodily secretions that graced my Goddess' panties.

"Make sure you get right on the crotch, suck it real good" she said, laughing and smiling, caressing my cheek as I sucked in her stale sex fluids.

I began to lick and suck, all the secretions off of the crotch, hard, wet, whatever it was, I ate it. Goddess watching over me, smiling, laughing, humiliating me, asserting her dominance in that white satin night gown. My cock throbbed in my panties. They were mine now, mine to wear, mine to use to please my Goddess. After a few minutes she leaned and whispered to me.

"Did you like that?" I only nodded, with the panties still in my mouth.

"They were from the video. I let my pussy leak in them, cum falling out of them, big globs of it. 3 loads. All over the crotch. I even stuck my finger inside myself when I woke up and pulled it all out of my womb."

I felt at home, in my place.

"You have one more task for tonight, then you can have your present. I want you to lean your head back, and ask for your present."

I titled my head back and whimpered like a dog. "Can I have my present?" I could hear my Goddess' panties drop to the ground, beginning to hike up her night gown from the bottom.

"Again."

I could feel her beginning to approach me, in a standing position. "Please Goddess, may I have my present."

"Beg."

I instinctively reached down and began to stroke my cock with 2 fingers. "I'm begging you to show me how much you think of me."

My Goddess walked over and sprayed her warm urine all over my body, starting with my face and moving down to my chest.

"Take my fluids you worthless filth."

My panties began to sag at the weight of the urine they were now soaked in. I came so hard, came in my panties. "Give me your fluids." I whimpered, my hair soaked.

My Goddess walked over and shoved my face in her bushy, urine soaked pussy. As she forcefully pulled my head in, she spoke. "You're welcome, you little toilet hole."