"That hurt, you bastard" Becky cried out, rubbing her ass. Her handbag landed in
front of her with a little thud, and she bend to grab it. She felt a breeze
of cold air on her naked body, but before she realized the reason, Ken had
kicked her in the ass, catapulting her out into the hallway. She hit her face
on the floor, hard, and it took her a while to even feel the pain radiating from
her butt. There was a very noticeable red print of Ken's boot on it, now.
"Asshole" she whined quietly.
"Give me back my clothes!" she demanded, but her voice sounded a little bit pleading
now. She felt relief when her skirt and blouse were thrown in her face, and her heels
dropped in front of her. She pulled on the skirt, then asked "where's my bra?".
Ken snorted "Grow some tits before you start wearing a bra - I'll throw your falsies
in the trash. Get lost, I wasted enough time on you."
"I bet it turns you on to treat me like that, you sicko" she spat. "Don't flatter
yourself - nobody is turned on by that sight." he slammed the door shut and turned
off the hallway light.
Becky groped for her top in the dark, and put in on. After a little searching she located
her shoes, too. He'd been a real gentleman when he brought her here from the bar, she
recollected. She'd worn her nicest skirt, a beautiful blouse, golden "fuck-me" sandals
with the highest heels she was able to walk in. Just before she went out, she'd removed
her panties, making the firm decision not to need them that day. She'd felt quite sexy,
with her nice lacy bra... no he was right, it was silly to refer to it as a bra. She
didn't have any tits, and there was nothing she could put into it.
She stumbled down the stairs of the apartment building and let herself out. There was a
slight drizzle as she made her way to the bus station. "I wish I had huge big breasts ...
or any breasts, at least." she thought to herself. There was no point lying to herself
though ... that's not what she wished for when she honestly thought about it. It wasn't
even that she wished that similar events hadn't happened a few times already, or that she
wished she wasn't quite so turned on by the rejection and humiliation. She just wanted to
be fucked as well.
This is a story I wrote for flat-chested women who enjoy being
teased and humiliated because of their lack of breasts. Also for men who
enjoy doing just that to them.
If you don't fit in either category you probably won't have much fun with this.
Becky - a flatchested romance
"Hi Tom" - Becky smiled as she entered Tom's office.
The short blue skirt showed of her long shapely legs to her best
advantage. She was slim and had a winning smile and well... no tits.
Tom... Tom was her dream. He liked his efficient and friendly coworker.
He also liked very feminine women, with large voluptuous breasts.
"Here
are the documents you wanted" she said. "Hey I was wondering... can I
cook you dinner sometime? I'm desert." - she gave him her best
mischievous smile. Tom felt bad, but he had no choice but to disappoint
her, again. He had to be firm, anything else would be unfair. "I'm sorry
Becky, you're such a lovely wonderful girl, but you're just not right
for me - you know how it is, I only like the big breasted bimbos". "Hey,
you never know, one of these days I might catch you when you are
desperate". She made light of it, but the hurt went deep. She had to
bite her lower lip hard, to avoid crying, when she left the office.
Having
arrived at her computer she looked around carefully, making sure nobody
was watching. Then she popped up AIM and logged on...
BustyDDD logged on...
WildTom: Hi Busty! *kiss*
BustyDDD: Hi Hotstuff - Hey, shall we meet today
at the restaurant near your place?
Their
first date... today he would find out who "Busty" really was. "I made
him fall in love with me" Becky thought. "He'll not want to lose that...
I hope...".
She walked up and down in front of the restaurant
once more. She'd seen Tom waiting at the bar. Finally she mustered the
courage to enter.
"Oh - hi Becky" Tom smiled - "hey I'm sorry I
can't chat, I'm waiting for my date and " - "I'm Busty" she whispered,
and looked at the floor.
She'd never seen him so angry, he'd
thrown some money on the bar, then dragged her along with him, down the
street, towards his apartment. He opened with his key, pushed her in
roughly and slammed the door. She almost fell, and her ankle hurt. "Tom,
I'm so sorry" she pleaded. "Sorry? Oh you're sorry? What do you call
this?" he poked her chest with his finger. "Are those supposed to be
DDDs? Do you even have breasts? Take your damn blouse off, I want to see
what you call *busty*".
Tears were running down her face as she
struggled with her top, finally taking off her empty bra. "This is your
claim to being female, is it?" Tom asked cynically. "*Are* you female?
Go on, answer!" "Y-y-yes" she sniffled. "Show some proof!" slowly she
took off her skirt and panties, her tears
now flowing freely.
He
grabbed her left nipple and pulled her violently along, finally
ordering her to bend over a table. From somewhere he produced clothes
pins and a cane. Handling her roughly and without looking at her, he
pulled her up, fixed a pin on each nipple and pushed her back on the
table. Then he caned her visciously. It seemed like it would never end -
finally she just lay there, whimpering, while he caught his breath.
In
another sudden burst of energy he picked her up and carried her to his
bed - he fucked her as hard and as violently as he could. She was still
shaking when he pushed her out of his bed, and she hit the floor hard.
"Only real women can sleep in this bed - you can sleep on the rug!"
Feeling cold, she hugged her knees to herself. Then she glanced at Tom, up on the bed, and smiled. She had claimed her man.
