Pride Month

Hello! This story has femdom, bisexuality, small penis humiliation, and more. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think.

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It was June 1st when she bought me a drink, a Cosmo. Compared to the glass of beer I was half-committed to finishing, it looked comically feminine.

I smiled and looked at her. I saw her when I first walked in the bar, but I had dismissed any possibility of starting a conversation. She was gorgeous, curvy, and tall, beating out my 5'7" by three inches or so. She had olive skin and dark, short hair. Silver jewelry decorated her face. Her T-shirt was for a band called "Mannequin Pussy," and her ripped jeans showed fishnet leggings in the torn windows. I pulled my eyes from her full lips and back down to my new drink. "A Cosmo?" I asked.

She laughed a little. "What's wrong with a Cosmo?"

"Well, I mean--It's not a beer."

"True," she said, "but it seems like it will fit you better."

"Never tried one," I said, swirling it around, watching it turn in the tall stemmed glass. It was a bright red, and a plastic sword of pineapple and cranberry sat in the liquid.

I was shy, and I never had much luck with women. I felt my heart flutter as I looked back to this woman towering over me.

"Sometimes," she said, reaching for the drink and picking up the garnish, "people know what you'll like even better than you do." She held the toothpick out, offering it to me.

I reached out to take it from her, but she pulled it out of my reach. "No," she said. "No hands." Her voice was kind but final.

I looked her in the eyes, and with red cheeks, I leaned in. As she fed me the Cosmopolitan-soaked pineapple, she nodded. "Good."

The pineapple flooded my mouth with sweetness as I bit down, and my tongue tingled. A shiver traveled down my spine. "My name is Sam," I said.

"Hi, Sammy," she said. "I'm Jamie. Try your Cosmo."

Usually I didn't like nicknames, but from her it seemed natural. I took a sip and felt my brain buzz. It was delicious, strong and sweet.

The bar was having a slow night, and management came out and started hanging up pride flags for the month.

"Happy Pride Month to you," Jamie said.

I blushed. "Oh," I said, "I'm not--I'm straight."

"Still?" Jamie asked. She rolled her eyes. "I thought that fell out of fashion like five years back."

"I guess I'm rare," I said.

"Sure," she said, clearly disappointed. She threw a ten on the bar for my drink, and she turned to leave.

"Wait! I'm sorry, but did I do something wrong?" I wracked my brain, trying to figure out if I said something insulting. I wanted this beautiful woman to talk to me for as long as possible.

"I just don't like sleeping with guys who aren't fluid with their sexuality," she said. "It's a turn off. Have a good night."

"Well--I am fluid," I said quickly. "I've only had experience with women, and they're who I find attractive, but I'm not like--a homophobe."

Jamie turned back fully and slid into her seat. "So you're bicurious or something?"

I wasn't curious, but I didn't want to lose a chance with her. "Sure," I said.

She stared at me. "I don't believe you," she said flatly.

"I'm serious," I said. "It's just not something I've done. I mean, I've always wondered about it."

She paused, nodded and, thankfully, changed the subject.

We talked for a long time, and as the night wore on, Jamie bought me another Cosmo and herself an Old Fashioned. Finally, when both of our second drinks were empty, she leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear. "Let's get out of here."

I nodded enthusiastically and stood up, following her as she took my hand and led me out the back door. I was never an imposing man, but somehow, listening to what she told me to do was like second nature. I couldn't seem to refuse her. She had her phone out and was typing. I assumed she was grabbing an Uber or taxi. "Do you want to wait inside?" I asked. The back alley was dirty and poorly lit.

"No," she said, and after less than a minute, a car pulled up and into the lone parking spot behind the bar.

"Quick service," I said, stepping towards the car.

Jamie grabbed my arm and turned me. When I met her eyes, she pulled me closer, letting our bodies touch for the first time. Her touch felt electric, and my dick grew hard as I was pressed against her.

"Do you want to fuck me, Sammy?"

I went wide-eyed, but I nodded gently. "Um, yeah, but we can wait until--"

"Then I need you to do something for me," she said.

The car turned off as the driver door opened, and a man stepped out. He was a little taller than me, and he had long hair tied up in a bun. He looked muscular, and his sharp jaw had some stubble.

I tried to step back, but Jamie stopped me. "It's okay," she said. "He's a friend of mine. Thomas."

"We're getting a ride from your friend?" I asked.

"No," Jamie said. "You want to fuck me, right?"

The man, Jamie's friend, stopped next to us. Jamie was still nearly on top of me, keeping our bodies against one another. I was turning red from embarrassment and starting to squirm. Jamie held me fast.

I nodded in response to Jamie's question.

"No nodding," she said. "I want to hear you say it."

"I want to have sex with you," I said. My mouth was dry, and I was doing my best to not make eye contact with this new and strange man who was standing mere feet from us.

"Then I want you to stand back, relax, and let Thomas suck your cock," Jamie said.

Ice moved through my veins.

I started to speak after a moment. "That's not what--"

"You send yourself that you were bicurious," Jamie said, "and what better way to explore that then getting a blowjob? It's a good way for me to prove you weren't lying, a good way for you to try out something you said you've wondered about, and a good way for Thomas to get his fix of dick for the day."

"Jamie!" Thomas said. Now it was his turn to blush. His voice was gentle and low.

"Sorry, Thomas," Jamie laughed, "but we both know it's true."

Thomas rolled his eyes, but he didn't protest.

"So?" Jamie asked me. Her hand slid and felt my cock through my pants. "You want to get your dick sucked?"

My hips moved on their own to meet Jamie's touch. I hated it to admit it, but I was fully erect, even with Thomas and watching us. My resistance started to fade as Jamie stared at me. I wasn't homophobic or anything, and one little blowjob couldn't hurt. If it meant that I was going to be able to have sex with this gorgeous woman, I could try. I would just pretend that it was Jamie with her lips around me. "Sure," I heard myself say.

Without missing a beat, Jamie moved her fingers from my cock to my belt buckle, deftly undoing it along with my pants button and zipper.

Thomas stepped in to join us. I could smell his cologne, spicy and with hints of vanilla. He was most certainly not an unattractive man, and as we made eye contact inches away from each other, he smirked at me. I blushed again.

I had never had sex in public, but my body hummed with arousal.

Jamie moved behind me smoothly, and she began to kiss the sides and back of my neck. Her lips were soft, and my already hard dick pulsed.

"It's so hot that you're willing to do this for me, Sammy," she whined into my ear.

I breathed shakily and nodded. I didn't think I could handle speaking.

I felt Thomas' fingers move below my waistband, and he began to pull my pants and underwear down. A warm breeze brushed against my pubic hair. Thomas sank to his knees in the dirty alley, positioning himself to take my cock between his lips.

Jamie reached one hand around my chest, and begin rubbing my chest, lingering on my nipples.

Thomas pulled my pants farther down, exposing my ass and cock to the open air. He chuckled a little. "Is that it?" He asked.

My face burned as Jamie peeked around my shoulder. She stifled a laugh herself. "I thought I felt something along those lines," she said.

My cock was only three inches long, and although I always knew it was small, I had never gotten such an embarrassing response. The two other women in my life who had seen it had made no comment, and although I was with both of them for some time, the subject of dick size was always something to be avoided. Even in locker rooms, I always changed in the stalls.

Now two people were openly laughing at the size of my cock. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but for some reason, my dick bounced.

"Ooh," Thomas said, his fingers casually wrapping around my dick, covering it completely with his fist. "I think this little guy likes it when we talk about his size."

I shook my head, but I stopped when I fell Jamie's tongue on my ear. Her body was pressed against my back, and I could feel her hard nipples through her shirt.

"Well I think the little thing is cute," she said.

I opened my mouth to speak, but right at that moment, Thomas moved down and took my whole dick into his mouth.

I moaned, and Jamie's hand moved up from my chest to my throat, choking me. I could still take in breath, but the pressure built in my head. "Quiet up, fag," she said, "unless you want want someone catching you with your tiny cock in some guy's throat."

I nodded, and she let go, letting my blood flow freely again. Then Jamie kissed my neck again and started to move down as well. I was excited, thinking she was going to join Thomas, and maybe take over. Instead, she pulled down the back of my pants farther and kissed my ass cheek. I felt vulnerable, and now that I was the only one standing, I felt even more exposed.

Thomas continued to suck, fondling my balls as he easily took my whole dick. I had gotten blown before, but the enthusiasm and vigor behind this one pushed it to a different level. Thomas was not just blowing me, he was consuming me.

That's when Jamie grabbed my hips and pushed her face into my ass, finding my tight virgin hole with her tongue. She circled it before pushing in.

I had to stop a moan before it escaped my throat. I had never played with my ass, and beyond showering, I tried to avoid touching it. Now, the pleasure centers of my brain released dopamine in response to being tongue fucked by a woman I met at a bar only hours ago. It felt so strange, like she was tapping into a secret part of me that even I hadn't known about. She licked hungrily at it, dragging her tongue across my asshole and exploring it. I pushed back, silently asking her to continue.

With both of their efforts, I didn't take long for me to start shaking. Thomas could feel my small cock swell, and he pushed down far as he could, burying his face in my pubic hair. The first spurt of cum was a wave, but the next was a tsunami. Without being able to control it, a cry escaped my lips, and I could feel my ass squeeze Jamie's tongue. It was a full body orgasm, and I started to feel my knees buckle before I caught myself. I don't know how long I stayed like that, stuck between both of their mouths, but it seemed like decades. When Thomas finally pulled himself off of my dick, I felt Jamie's hands wrap around my wrists, holding them tight.

Thomas leaned in, held my face still, and without me realizing what he was doing, kissed me. He had kept my whole load on his tongue, and he pushed it into my protesting mouth. Immediately after, Jamie stood and replaced his lips with her hand, making sure none escaped my lips. I shot my own hands up to grab her arm.

"Swallow if you ever want to see this pussy," Jamie hissed into my ear.

I could taste my cum, musky and bitter, and I could feel it coat the inside of my cheeks and my tongue. After a moment, I swallowed. Jamie pulled her hand from my mouth, and I stumbled away from her and Thomas, my cock and ass still wet and exposed to the world.

"What the fuck was that?" I demanded. I started to pull my pants up, but Jamie stepped forward and caught my hand. Even though I could feel I was a match for her strengthwise, anytime I felt her hand on me, I couldn't bring myself to resist it.

"That was me making sure you weren't a liar," she said, gently signaling for me to turn around.

My face burned. I hated myself for it, but I did what she wanted, and I turned my ass to her. Her power over me was absolute. I heard the cap of a sharpie pop off, and I felt wet ink touch my skin along with Jamie's hand on my hip. She was writing on my ass. In the post-orgasmic clarity, I felt nothing but shame and embarrassment.

"That's my number," she said, standing and turning me back to her. "I don't feel like being fucked by a tiny dick tonight, but text me later."

I meant to tell her off, and I meant to say how fucked up this all was. I meant to insult her and tell her I never wanted to see her again. Instead, I nodded.

"Pull up your pants," she said, "and happy pride month, faggot."

I opened my mouth, but I still couldn't find the words. She and Thomas both turned, and without looking back, both of them walked to his car. They were talking about something else completely, already having moved on from me. They got in and drove away.

I pulled up my pants, and despite my embarrassment and anger, I took care not to smudge the number written on my ass cheek.