Part 1. Everyone over 18 – Fiction. Fem-dom, small penis humiliation, prejac humiliation, pee.
I’ve never been the type of guy who has a lot of luck with women. My longest relationship ended over 20 years ago and really only lasted 6 months. Her name was Mara, we met my first year in college when she TAed my anatomy class. I was inexperienced, just barely managing to lose my virginity to a neighborhood girl in the months before leaving for college. I was also harboring a not-so-big secret: my stiff little prick barely measured past 4 inches, even at its hardest. It’s not that I wasn’t horny, I was throbbing with hormones – I was terrified of the entire school finding out about my small size and my hair trigger. That’s right, not only was I tiny, but I was also extra-sensitive, always trying to will away the small bulge in my shorts. I’m not proud, but even to this day seeing just the right amount of cleavage while scrolling Instagram means I’ll be helplessly unloading in my shorts, and I’m almost in my 40’s. Back then, all it took was a warm breeze and I was busting a nut all over myself. I also have always had a chubbier build and had a lot of self-esteem issues leftover from being bullied. All these factors meant I could barely talk to a girl, let alone feel confident charming someone into sex.
Mara was a no-nonsense pre-med senior who made me stay after class after I failed a reproductive anatomy quiz. She had a reputation for being strict and hypercritical. She was one of the most intimidating women I’d ever met. She was just over six feet tall and usually wearing heels that gave her at least another 6 inches. She had a broad, toned form. She clearly tried her best to soften her solid frame with her clothing choices, but even under baggy sweaters and loose, professional pants, it was clear she had an incredible figure with huge tits and a curvy ass. She had long, dark hair that was usually done up in a tight ponytail or bun. She had stern eyes that made her look much older than her early 20’s and she rarely smiled without a hint of a smirk or a spark of malice in her brown eyes.
The first week of class, she’d leaned over my desk at just the right angle while wearing a particularly low-cut top and I got an eyeful of her huge, milky tits and spent the rest of the class period with my prick drooling precum into my boxers. I’d since then busted countless nuts to her, sometimes in the back of the lecture hall and often in my bed at night, trying to be quiet so I don’t wake up my roommate.
The day she held me late, she obviously noticed my discomfort, but at first, she seemed confused by it.
“Ben, I just don’t understand why you’ve gotten straight A’s up until that last quiz. Academic integrity is very important and it is very suspicious that the only week I hear rumors about cheating is the same week you suddenly start doing poorly. There’s no reason why you wouldn’t know reproductive anatomy if you know all the other anatomy. What do you have to say for yourself?” She looked at me with narrowed eyes.
I stared blankly at her, helplessly trying to think of a good excuse about why I’d suddenly flunked. My stomach sank.
“Well… out with it. I don’t need to give you a chance to speak your side, I can go right to the dean and have you thrown out if I suspect wrong-doing.”
”No… Mara… I…. ugh… this is really embarrassing.. but…” I struggled to find the words as I let my eyes drift down to my prick.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I was hard as a rock and it felt like every ounce of blood had relocated to my straining prick. Mara’s face screwed up with disgust as she realized the female reproductive anatomy chart she was asking me to complete was responsible for the little tent pitched in my shorts.
I swallowed a groan and tried to straighten up in my seat, but only succeeded in pressing the sensitive tip of my cock more firmly into my shorts. My eyes rolled slowly back into my head and slumped my shoulders in defeat as my prick started firing off wildly.
I took a few big breaths of air, trying my best not to bring attention to the cum seeping into the loose fabric of the shorts I was wearing.
“Ughh.. oh.. uhh, I’m sorry…” I gasped awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with the smirking TA standing over me.
“What kind of pathetic pervert cums in his pants to anatomy homework? How did you even get into college if you haven’t yet learned how to control your most basic urges?” Mara laughed and rolled her eyes.
I shuddered involuntarily as the orgasm subsided. The wet patch in my crotch felt nice and warm and my cock throbbed gently as it slowly softened in my underwear. I didn’t know how to process what had just happened and didn’t know what to say in reply.
“It seems like I’ll have to go above and beyond to help you pass this class,” She said, smirking. I leaned back in shock as she hopped up onto the desk in front of me, spreading her legs wide. I felt my pulse quicken and my cock quickly begin to stiffen again as I realized she wasn’t wearing panties. In. between her legs was a wet pink pussy covered in thick, dark hair.
“Don’t be shy. I can see you’re more of a hands-on learner.”
My jaw hung open as I stared at the second real-life pussy I’d ever seen. I cautiously extended my fingers and stroked down Mara’s soft slit.
“If you can correctly complete my newer, more interactive version of the quiz I’ll give you extra credit.” Her voice took on a sudden firm tone, she was no longer softly cooing. I kept my fingers curled over her wet hole as she spoke. She smirked darkly, like a spider who has successfully lured unsuspecting prey into a dead-end trap. My skin erupted in goosebumps, but my stiff prick wouldn’t let me say no.
“I’d do anything..” I muttered, softly stroking my thumb up and down her warm opening. She firmly pressed her legs together, trapping my thumb in between her puffy lips.
“That’s what I like to hear.” As she brought her legs together, she dropped her feet abruptly into my lap. Her neatly manicured toes peeked out of the front of her shoes, and I couldn’t help but moan as she pressed the sharp heels and soft leather carefully into my balls.
“If you can’t pass this test, however… I get to punish you.” She abruptly thrust her foot up against my balls. It felt like a bolt of electricity had just zapped through my body. I buckled over, gasping for breath feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me.
I looked up at her, my eyes filling with tears. Ashamed, I tried to quickly blink them away, but they pooled over and ran down my quickly reddening cheeks. She made fierce eye contact, leaving her toes pressed against my dick for a beat longer before she leaned back, casually moving her feet and spreading apart her legs, letting her pussy once again fall open in front of me.
My thumb slid free from her wet mound and I felt a rush of heat as my prick began to spasm in my shorts for the second time that night. I couldn’t contain a low moan as pleasure radiated off my tingling cock. I felt my jizz start to pool wetly across my chubby stomach and I squirmed uncomfortably.
She scoffed. “You are so pathetic. I don’t see how you’ll pass if all the blood you need to think is going straight to your little prick.” I looked down at my messy shorts, wondering how much longer I’d have to wait for the stains to dry before leaving the lecture hall tonight.
“Eyes up here.” Mara’s strict tone snapped me to attention. She began to rub gentle circles onto her pussy. I watched breathlessly as her pink clit began to harden in front of my eyes.
“Special quiz question #1. What is the best way to make a woman cum?”
I stuttered, not knowing. “Uhh, when I put my prick inside her pussy?”
My heart pounded as I watched her full lips press together into a tight line. She looked very disappointed. She stopped stroking her pussy and sighed.
“No. Wrong. I can’t believe you failed so early on. What a loser. This special lesson is going to take longer than I thought.”
“… What?” I felt my stomach sink.
“I can’t let you pass this class without testing out of this unit. You’ll have to train with me until you can prove you’ve integrated this knowledge.”
I felt a sense of helplessness as I looked up at Mara. Despite my growing frustration, my stiffy jumped to life yet again in my now cum-drenched boxers.
“You mean I need to come back and do this again next week?” I stuttered.
Mara nodded curtly and straightened her skirt. “I’ll expect you after class until you can get this correct. I can help you study.”
That night was the first of many frustrating and humiliating sexual encounters between me and Mara. I surprised both of us and continued to cum at the slightest provocation. For weeks, I was pumping a hands-free load or two into my shorts just glimpsing Mara’s glistening pussy. She would get angrier and angrier, escalating her punishments to match the frustration she felt with me and my premature prick. One night, she bend me over her knee and began to spank my clothed ass. My prick pressed straight into her thick thighs, and I squirmed around trying to escape the stinging, burning, pain inflicted by her strong palms. I came suddenly and intensely, gasping and thrusting as my dick spurted pathetically in my underwear. She continued to hit me, harder and harder. My cock tingled and burned and I began to whimper softly to myself. This seemed to make her even angrier, and she began to pound on my ass and upper thighs with her large, closed fists. I wailed, thrashing around on her lap, rolling onto the floor, and curling up tightly into a ball.Another night, she made me lie down naked on the tile floor, blindfolded me with a pair of still-warm panties, and let me listen to her click menacingly towards me with her high heels. I felt her sharp heel brush up against my stiffy and I exploded, covering her feet in my cum. She made me lick them clean. She would step on my cock, bite my nipples, claw at my back, moan into my ear, anything to test my reaction. She never let me kiss her or any part of me penetrate her.
The closest she came to letting me lick her pussy was one time when she crouched over my mouth, hovering a few inches above my face. I inhaled her scent deeply, hoping today would be the day she’d finally lower her pussy lips down to my eager tongue. She began to giggle, and within a second I knew why as drops of piss started to trickle down onto my face. She continued to piss onto my face as I began to groan and thrash around as my orgasm exploded, my cock blasting cum into my pants. I was panting and spent as the last few drops trickled off her pussy lips, and I licked up the remaining droplets eagerly. She made me use my shirt to clean myself up. I was still damp with her piss when I had to make my way across campus back to my dorm. I don’t know if anyone saw me or if they knew I was covered in piss, but I’ve never moved so quickly across the mostly empty campus at night.
Another time, I asked her if I could keep the pair of panties she had shoved into my mouth as a gag. She laughed in my face.
“You really still jack off even after cumming all night in your pants? You’re such a horny pathetic loser. I think you should be the one wearing panties, not me.” The next time we met, she handed me a silky pair of pink panties. I looked at her with shock, was she really giving me a pair of her panties? What did this mean?
I must’ve looked a bit too surprised because she began to laugh.
“What are you waiting for? Put them on. Before you get too excited, those are brand new, I picked them out for you. I think that tiny prick of yours should be covered with panties anyway, not a man’s underwear.”
My prick twitched, my stomach sinking with embarrassment. Why had I thought she would give me a pair of her panties? Of course she would only find another way to poke at my shame. I dropped my shorts and the thick boxers I wore hoping to decrease my sensitivity and stepped into the panties. The panties fit snug, pressing my tiny cock and balls into my stomach. I was obviously already hard. The silky fabric felt incredible against my sensitive bits, and I couldn’t help but moan as my prick throbbed and began to leak precum in a noticeable stain. I stood in my oversize t-shirt and pink panties in front of Mara, letting my shame wash over me as she eyed me up and down. My stomach stuck out over the top of the panties and I could feel the fabric digging into my soft, pale fat.
Mara implemented a rule that night that I was to only wear panties from there forward. She even made me go to the store to buy my new underwear. I don’t know why I didn’t say no. I was too captivated by her pussy and I couldn’t deny that cumming all over myself in front of her was the closest thing to a regular sex life I’d ever had with another person. It was humiliating and did nothing for my self-esteem in the long run, but it was basically nonexistent at that point anyway.
Before long, the semester was almost over. I had passed long ago, but something kept compelling me to return to Mara’s study sessions. I don’t know how to explain it, she would hurt me really badly some days, but other days, she would spread her legs open for me and I’d touch myself all evening watching her play with her clit. I was infatuated with her. I couldn’t get enough.
The last week of the semester, she pulled me into her office as I was on my way to a different class.“Mara…. it’s not Wednesday.”
She was wearing a short, black skirt that hugged her shapely ass and a smart-looking blazer that somehow balanced out the sexiness of her skirt to give her a no-nonsense type of look. She rolled her eyes at me in the way that made my dick jump. She bent herself over her desk and looked back over her shoulder at me. She yanked up the skirt, exposing her bare asshole and pussy to me as she spread her muscular thighs apart.
“You’re ready to fuck me.”
I gulped, and tried not to look too eager or cum in my pants on the spot. “Do you mean it?” I stuttered, failing to play it cool.“Get over here before you make a mess in your shorts again,” She sighed.I pulled down my shorts, my little guy eager at attention. I pressed apart Mara’s large thighs, trying to guide my prick into her pussy. Touching her pussy with my fingers, I spread her hairy pussy open, feeling around for her hot hole. I shivered, grabbing my tiny prick in my fist, and guided the tip up to her entry. I felt her wet heat suck me in, and I thrust myself into her tight hole. I groaned weakly as her pussy gripped my tiny stiffy.
“Oh god… no, no, no…”
My dick pulsed suddenly and I knew I was past the point of no return. I felt my prick begin to spasm, releasing wave after wave of cum. I collapsed on top of her, panting as I held myself up with her wide hips. My limp cock slid out of her pussy, landing wetly against her leg. I struggled to catch my breath, watching as a thin, watery trail of cum leaked from between her swollen labia.
“Please tell me you’re joking.” She’d never looked so disappointed before. “You really just had one pump in you? After all that we have been studying, you still can’t last past a thrust?”
She pushed me off her and stood up, wiping at the cum dripping down her inner thighs.“I can’t believe I thought I could fuck such a tiny cock, I couldn’t even feel anything,” She muttered. “I think you should go.”
I felt shame wash over me as I tried to cover my soggy cock, limp for once in its pathetic life.
“Come on, Mara, what do you mean? What about all the lessons you’ve given me. Can’t we keep doing that?”
She avoided my eyes as she pulled her skirt back down.
“The semester is over, I’m not a TA anymore. I graduate in a few months. I need to get serious and stop toying with losers.”
She got up, watched as I shoved my limp cock back into my shorts, and then basically pushed me out of her office.
“But.. Mara…”
“No. You’re a tiny dick loser and you always will be one.”
And that was the last thing I ever heard from Mara.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qngk4y/mf_part_1_small_dick_loser_humiliated_by_ta