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Degrading Debbie 1
(M/f, nc, humil, D/s)
By William Drake
"William Drake" <mast_1945@hotmail.com>
Degrading Debbie -- Part I
I'll admit that I was a little surprised when Callie brought her
roommate home from college for Christmas her freshman year. I wasn't
surprised that she would do it at all, or even that she hadn't asked
permission. She had. It was just that Callie is ... well, you can cross
this off to fatherly pride if you want, but Callie is an incredibly
beautiful young girl; blonde, willowy, and with a face that most supermodels
would envy. When I was her age, it seemed that girls like that chose to
hang out with others of the same level of physical appeal.
When they arrived that Friday evening, you couldn't help noticing that
Debbie was a different thing altogether. Don't get me wrong. She wouldn't
break mirrors just by looking into them or anything like that. But her face
could best be described as plain. And she could have stood to lose 15
pounds or so. Her hair was that kind of light brown that's usually
derisively known as 'dishwater,' and she kept it short and straight. In
fact, the only thing about her that might attract a man's favorable
impression were her tits. I'm sure they were at least 40-D's.
I'd arranged a late supper for the three of us. (I should mention that
Callie's mother left when she was twelve. We'd been drifting apart for some
time and when she was offered a new job on the west coast, she'd simply
packed up and left, without even setting up a fight for her own daughter's
custody. For the last seven years, I'd paid the tab for Callie to go out
and visit her for a few weeks each summer, but that seemed to be as much as
either of them wanted of the other.) As we ate, I'd done my best to draw
Debbie out and include her in the conversation, but she seemed unwilling to
raise her eyes from the plate in front of her. Although there was something
about her reticence that nagged at the back of my mind, I concluded that she
was simply shy, and hoped she'd get over it. Otherwise it could be an
awkward three weeks.
Saturday Callie drove the two of them around town. In the late
afternoon they returned bearing pizzas, and her friend seemed a little more
relaxed as we shared them. Callie had a date that evening. Naturally, not
having seen her boyfriend since Thanksgiving, she was looking forward to
that. Since it was no big deal, I'd cancelled my usual Saturday evening
with Elaine, rather than leave Debbie all alone in a strange house and town
on her first full day here. As we chatted over the pizza, I was relieved to
see that Debbie seemed just a bit more relaxed. If she was going to retreat
totally into a shell, it could be an uncomfortable evening.
I love my daughter more than anything in this whole world, and I wanted
her friend to be happy to have come home with her. So that afternoon, I'd
bought some popcorn and rented three movies. As soon as Callie's boyfriend
picked her up, I showed them to Debbie and offered her her choice. She
selected a light, romantic comedy, I popped the corn in the microwave, and
took the recliner while she curled up on the couch.
We even exchanged a few comments for the first half hour or so of the
movie. But when it got to the first love scene, she muttered something that
sound like excusing herself and ran upstairs. I assumed she'd felt the
sudden need to visit the bathroom, put the movie on pause, and went into the
kitchen to get myself a beer. I'd consumed half of it before I began to
worry about her. I finally decided to go up and check. If the bathroom
door was closed, I'd slip back downstairs and wait another five minutes or
so before becoming really concerned.
But the bathroom was open and dark. Light was coming from Callie's
room though. When I looked in, Debbie was laying curled up on the bed. The
first thing I noticed was that, from my position at the foot of the bed, the
way she'd pulled her knees up caused her skirt to expose most of the backs
of her thighs; a little meatier than my preference, but enticing
nevertheless. The second thing was that she was crying.
I know that men are supposed to flee from women's tears, but that's
probably only true when we assume we've caused them and will never figure
out what the hell we did. This not being the case, I only wanted to help.
"What's the matter, Debbie?" I asked.
"I'm ugly," she blubbered. "I'm just a cow!"
I sat down on the bed next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"That's not true, honey. You're an intelligent, pretty young woman."
"You don't have to lie to me." Her shoulder shook with her sobs.
"Nobody wants me. Not even my own family. My brother is atheletic and both
my sisters are pretty and smart. They didn't even want me home for
Christmas. And Callie is so beautiful, and she's nice to me even though all
the boys want her. They don't want me at all!"
"You haven't had any dates at college?"
"Well ..." she sniffled. I gave her my handkerchief and she wiped her
nose. "Yeah. A few. But they just asked me out because of my ..." She
gestured loosely with my handkerchief at her blouse, which was being
strained by her breasts. "They just want to grope them. And if I don't let
them, they don't ask me out again. And when I do, they're happy and they
don't want to ask me out again either."
I kneaded her shoulder comfortingly and then stroked her upper arm.
"Didn't you have a boy friend in high school?"
For the first time she stopped whimpering and looked me in the eye. It
was as if she were judging me before answering.
"Well ... not really a boy friend."
The way she separated the two words, and the way she put the stress on
'boy,' stunned me. The first thought that crossed my mind was that she was
saying she was gay. The iimplications of a lesbian sharing a room with my
daughter at college ... hell, here they were sharing one queen-sized bed ...
made my blood run cold. I tried to ignore that the mental picture also
caused my cock to stir in my slacks.
"You mean ...? You prefer ...? You like ...girls?"
At least I got a positive reaction with that. She actually giggled
through her tears.
"No, silly. I mean ... I didn't dates many boys. They were so ...
young. But there was a man. He lived in our neighborhood."
"And he treated you nicely?"
Surprisingly, she had quit crying. And for the first time since she
had arrived, her tear swollen eyes were looking right into mine.
"No. Not really. He called me a pig. He told me I was ugly."
There was something almost expectant in her gaze. Something flashed in
my brain. I realized what had been nagging the back of my brain the night
before. It was the memory of Carla. When my career was just starting, back
when I was in my mid-20's, Carla had been my boss' private secretary.
Although she'd been at least ten years older than me, she'd obviously been
attracted to me. It was something I'd encouraged because having an 'in' who
could tell me what was going on in the front office could be a real help to
me. The first time things reached the point that her clothes were coming
off, she'd been damn blunt about what she wanted. She could only get off
with a man who totally dominated her ... ordered her about brutally. And
the more humiliating ... the more degrading ... the activity she was ordered
to perform, the more turned on she became. Everything about Debbie ... her
demeanor ... her expressions ... even her body language ... reminded me of
Carla.
I slid my hand down from her upper arm to her ribcage and stroked her
side with more pressure.
"Since you were a worthless pig, he made you *his* little pig."
Debbie nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.
"He made you his whore cunt. And since you were nothing but his cheap
whore, he could do anything to you. And you had to do everything to him he
wanted you to."
Without ceremony, I slid my hand down a few more inches and wrapped it
around her bulging tit. I squeezed it harshly through the blouse and bra.
The young girl sniffled once more, but it was from left-over tears. She was
no longer crying. In fact, it appeared as if she were holding back a smile.
"Get up," I demanded gruffly. "Stand up and take your clothes off.
All of them! I want to see that fat, disgusting body of yours."
If I expected hesitation, and I probably did, I was to be surprised.
She practically bounced from the bed and, in a matter of seconds, her skirt
lay puddled around her feet. I observed with approval that her thighs,
while not skinny, weren't sloppy fat either. They were round and full, but
had the firmness of youth. The blouse followed almost as quickly. It
wasn't a surprise that her waist was a little too thick for her to ever
qualify as a 'hardbody,' but damn few men would even notice that. The
banquet of pure, white tit-flesh overflowing her bra cups tended to draw all
the attention. Having gotten down that far with alacrity, Debbie then stood
facing me, evidently hesitant to take the next step.
"I said all of it, you stupid cunt!"
Tears formed once again in the corners of her eyes, but I doubted she
was really unhappy. She put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
When men fantasize about watching a woman strip for them, they always
visualize the panties coming off last. I'd long before noticed that, in
real life, women always shed them before the bra. There's probably some
reason for it, but it's beyond me.
Debbie bent forward at the waist to push the white panties down her
legs, taking the opportunity to kick both them and her fallen skirt off to
the side. As in most women, the triangular bush of hair between her legs
was a couple of shades darker than that on her head ... another of those
things I've never understood. I considered for a moment having her shave it
for the rest of her time here, but quickly realized that, since she and
Callie were sharing the room, my daughter might notice it and raise
questions. Besides, Elaine kept hers bald,and a nice, hairy one might be a
welcome change.
The girl put her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. The
garment slid down and she held it in one hand as she let her arms fall to
her sides, looking at me expectantly as she stood almost rigidly for my
inspection. There was no doubt that tits of that size on a woman in my own
age range would have considerable sag. But on the eighteen-year-old
standing naked before me, they jutted out proudly, the nipples already thick
and long.
"Who the fuck told you you have the right to stand there?" I growled as
meanly as I could manage. "Get on you hands and knees and crawl over here
like the fucking bitch-damn dog you are!"
It was becoming clear that all she needed, and wanted, was some
direction. She fell to her knees with alacrity. And the way she crossed
the few feet remaining between us may have caused her dangling boobs to sway
a bit more from side to side than was really necessary. But it was damned
effective! My cock was lengthening in my pants.
When she reached the side of the bed, she stopped. I reached down and
cupped a tit in my hand and sank my fingers deeply into the hanging meat.
Watching her closely, I let all but the nipple slip through, trapping it
between thumb and forefinger, then pinching and twisting it ... hard! She
bit her lower lip in pain, but her eyes looked at me with more life in them
than I'd seen since their arrival.
That was enough playing around. I leaned back just far enough to unzip
my slacks and push them down.
"You know what dogs do, don't you? Be a good little bitch and sniff
around in my crotch!"
Debbie did a pretty fair imitation, to the point of actually nuzzling
her nose up underneath my balls. I hadn't showered since the night before,
but she seemed to appreciate the gaminess. At least I could see her drawing
her legs -- I was actually starting to think of them as her 'hind' legs --
together and rub her thighs against each other to stimulate herself.
"Now lick my sweaty balls, you cheap cunt! Get them all nice and shiny
clean!"
The horny teenager stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and
began laving my scrotal sac with long, slow slurps. I have to admit that
the idea that I would be able to do whatever the fuck I wanted to her
generously curved young body ... that she'd do anything I wanted to me ...
had me as excited as I've been in years. Above her face my dick was
literally jerking in anticipation. Hell, I knew if I didn't do something
soon, I'd squirt my load into her hair! Not a bad idea, but doing it
somewhere warm and wet seemed even better. I stood up, grabbed the sides of
her head and pulled it up to face my meat directly, then shoved it roughly
between her lips.
"Suck it, bitch!" I groaned. "Swallow my scummy load!"
I have to say her neighbor must have trained her well in the art of
sucking cock. Too many young girls think it's all in the lips, but Debbie
understood the importance of running her tongue strongly along the underside
of the head. And she seemed to know how much nicer hearing the liquidy
sounds of her mouth applying suction makes it for the man you're abasing
yourself in front of.
She seemed so ... thirsty! Just as well because the whole thing had me
so excited that it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes before I
put both hands on the back of her head and jammed it down all the way. For
some strange reason, seeing her nose buried in my pubic hair was almost as
exciting as the physical sensation itself. And the thrill of hearing her
try to gulp my sticky mess down as it flooded her mouth over and over was
fantastic.
When I was done, I expected her to eventually release my softening cock
from its new, warm enclosure. Instead she kept it in her mouth and turned
her head a little to the side so she could look up at me expectantly ...
almost hopefully. That was when I realized just how well trained she was.
A lot of years had passed since my time with Carla ... years in which
I'd had a lot of time to think about things I could have done to push her
limits ... things I'd been too young and inexperienced to even think about
back then. Many a time I'd fantasized those things, and now fate seemed to
have dealt me a big-titted child I could practice them on.
I reached down and stoked her hair while I called her 'my fat little
pig,' 'my cheap sow bitch,' and other endearing terms. And when I was
ready, I released the muscles controlling my bladder. Her eues were closed,
but for the first time, pure happiness seemed to make her face actually
pretty as my piss flooded her mouth.
While Debbie's ass wiggled from side to side like a happy puppy, and
while she struggled to swallow as fast as my acrid piss filled her mouth, I
wondered just how often I could coax my daughter out of the house over the
next two weeks.
There were so *many* things I could introduce her to.