Humiliation [MMMF] (part 1)

I wrote this for another friend of mine. I am pretty sure I finished the story at one point, so I will need to look for it, but I figured I would post this till I find the rest of the story, if I do find the rest where ever I had it. Anyway, let me know if anyone is interested in reading the rest.
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We start at a get together at our house. We had some company over for a card game night and we are just hanging out. You are wearing this white shirt and skirt. It’s you, my friend Chris from college, my coworker Mike and myself at our place. We end up sitting in our living room on our couches, you and I on a couch and the other two on a chair and the other sofa. It’s been a long day and you have told me that you wanted to fuck my friends a while back and I thought of an opportunity. “Hey babe, can you get me something to drink” feeling hospitable, you gladly get up and get it. You walk back and you hand me a bottled water. “What is this?” I ask you in a demeaning tone. Feeling unsure you ask what I mean. “I ask for a drink and you bring me back a water?” I grab you and sit you down on the couch. “The only thing this is good for would be dumping it all over you and showing my friends your tits. Is that what you want? Are you a whore and you want people to see your tits?” as I open the bottle and begin to pour it on your tits. Our friends look upon, unsure what to think.

Lunch date [Rough, MF]

This is the first time I have shared my writing publicly. I usually write to specific people, this is one of my first stories.

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It’s a normal weekend at our house. It’s a little past noon, we are both off, and I’m in the kitchen about to make us some lunch when I see you walk by in front of me.

You’re wearing this tied up black shirt and jeans since we are going out lunch. After seeing you, I begin to breath a little harder, seeing you dressed up like that reminds me of the last time I saw you in what you are wearing.

The last time, we ended up passing out after hours of rough/passionate sex. I get an idea and walk over to you and turn you to me.

“Oh, hello…” I hear you say as I get close to you, pushing you against our kitchen counter. Your lower back pressed against the cool counter, my hands on each side of you, I whisper “Hello…” As I begin to kiss your ear.