Female Shame

Female Shame

Shame is good for females. That little tingle you feel when a man talks down to you or treats you like you’re stupid. It’s the feeling that makes you want to lift your skirt to the drunk older man eyeing your tits at the bar.

Imagine next time that happens, you just let your natural instincts take over. Imagine slipping your little dress up your hips and licking your lips. Maybe the man’s eyes go wide when he realizes you’re not like all these other self-important bitches denying their need for cocks and cum. Maybe he sits back to see what you’ll do next. The bartender is watching now too, from the corner of his eye. You have a fleeting thought to stop now, before it’s too late, but the thought vanishes as you feel the slick wetness between your legs. You would do anything to satisfy the craving pulse of your womanhood.

Your cheeks burn in shame as your lift your skirt higher, just enough to show where your lace panties crease into your crotch. The older man absently turns his whiskey glass as his gaze fixates on your bare legs. You open them a little wider to make sure he has a good view.

The bartender is definitely watching now too, and no one has told you to leave. Emboldened, ashamed, and horny, you take the next step. You reach up and grip one of your ample tits firmly in one hand and brace the other on the bar counter as you mount your stool, legs wide, panties on full display.

The older man meets your eyes. You see his shock, but underneath that, his contempt for you. Your pussy immediately clenches. This is what you need, the disgust and amusement of men. It’s what you were made for. Almost without thought, you let out a groan, catching the attention of other male patrons lingering near the bar. Now several of them see how you’re straddling your stool, dress hiked up your thighs, with a hand clenched on your fat tit. One of them chuckles in disbelief.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment but male laughter flips a switch in you. You groan louder, an animalistic grunt. At the same time, you lift your hips up and then thrust them down, pounding your cunt against the bar stool.

There’s a hush in the bar now, men and females alike turning to watch your wonton display. Knowing you can’t turn back from this now, you embrace your moment. Your bitching. Your face gets redder, warmer, as you reach up and push your dress down below your tits. You didn’t wear a bra, so your breasts bounce free, on display for everyone.

But you focus on just one right now, the crass drunk older man who looked you over like a cheap whore. Men like that, who see what you are, are irresistible to your clenching pussy. You know that it’s natural to respond to men like that as a submissive female bitch. You let that instinct take over.

Slowly, you stand up and walk over to him, both hands now clenched on your tits. You stop right in front of him. He leers at you, a wicked grin that says he knows exactly what you’re about to do. He isn’t wrong. Obediently, you position your pussy right above his knee and grind down, letting out a moan as your cunt pushes into his pants. A gasp sounds behind you, probably another female watching you debase yourself. An answering groan sounds on your lips, a mating call, beckoning the other females to embrace their shame.

You rock back and forth, humping the older man’s knee. Each grind of your pussy makes your head feel dumber and lighter, more complete. When the man finally reaches up and grabs your udders, you grunt and thrust your cunt hard against his knee. “Please fuck me,” you whimper.

He sneers at you and twists your udders hard until you cry out in pain. “You want cock, bitch?” he slurs. You nod meekly, dumbly.

With one hand, he unzips his jeans. The other finds its way to your face, two of his fingers prodding into your mouth. “You want to be fucked like a little whore?” he asks, pulling his thick cock from his pants. Even just seeing a cock makes you desperate. You start humping his knee in earnest, making little porn bitch squeals.

“Dumb fuck,” he mutters. Then with one smooth movement, he grasps your waist and hauls your body off the ground until you're positioned just over his cock. You can feel the head of his cock pushing against your entrance as you dangle suspended in his arms.

He looks in your eyes, sees the shame and resignation written there, and smiles. “You look just like my granddaughter,” he smirks, then pushes you down on his cock.

You squeal loudly as you get impaled. Your cunt clenches down, your dumb bitch body recognizing its biological imperative to drain cock. The man holds you firm as he masturbates your hole on his cock. You wonder in a daze whether he has actually done this to his granddaughter. Probably, the lucky bitch.

There’s a crowd around the two of you now. You dimly register that several of the men have their cocks in their hand while they watch. You catch the eye of one other woman, who looks shocked and disgusted. But you know, just underneath that, she wants to be you. You look her dead in the eyes and let out a loud moo.

Several of the men watching pause in shock and then laugh. Your pussy clenches so hard you almost cum. The older man is now vigorously thrusting your body up and down on his cock while he pants with exertion. “So you’re a cow, huh?” he mutters, impaling your cunt hard. “You need a fucking breeding, cow?”

Yes, you need it. You need it so much. You lift your chin up and moo so loudly it echoes from the rafters.

“Fucking dumb bitch,” the man groans, his thrusting pace quickening. “Dumb fucking breeding whore.”

You moan in agreement and shake your udders hard until they’re bouncing wildly. You know you must look like a dumb pathetic bitch to anyone watching, but that only encourages you to go further.

“Moo, moo, moo,” you grunt in time with each of his thrusts.

“Don’t worry, you fucking cow, you’re getting your breeding now,” he assures you. You thrust your dripping cow cunt on his cock in response.

“Shit, that bitch is about to be knocked up,” you hear a man chuckle to his friend. Knocked up by some old drunk creep, you think, even as the thought sends tingles of pleasure to your pussy.

“I’m going to be pregnant,” you whimper, humping your hole down hard. You can only imagine what the other bitches are seeing as you get bred by a man three times your age. Hopefully their own future.

With a massive groan, the man fucking you comes in your breeding hole. You can’t hold back anymore and let out a loud moo as your cunt spasms around the cock that just made you a breeding bitch.

The man holds you tightly as your spasms gently subside. Then, you hear another man behind you. “Our turn with the cunt.”