John was single and loving it. He fucked more women in the six months since his breakup than he’d fucked in his entire life. The guy was making his way through the never ending supply of women. He fucked BBWs, asian women, MILFs, early 20s college students. You name it, he did it. He fucked a woman’s throat while she masturbated. He fucked a woman in the ass on their first date. He fucked a 24 year old who insisted she was swallow his load every time he came (three times that evening).
On one particular date with a very curvy woman, things didn’t go well. There was no click, no passion. No interest. Sure, she was pretty. But she wasn’t very interested or interesting. They wrapped up the date, parted ways, and then around 11pm that evening, she called to say she wasn’t really into him, but was horny, so … Well, he jumped in his car, went upstairs, fucked her brains out for an hour, came on her face, kissed her goodnight and parted ways again.
He never saw her again.
But there was one woman he wanted more than any other: His ex. Not to win her back, though. No, no. John was *done* with her. The thought of dating her again sent shivers up his spine. He wanted break up sex. The kind of anger filled sex that lasts way longer than it should simply because the rage extends your fuck time. But they never *had* break up sex, and that drove him up a wall. There should have been that final passionate hate fuck, where they rip each others clothes off, scratch each other to pieces, slap, hit, spit, choke. There needed to be that final release—all that pent up aggression needed to release.
That meant that he’d have to call her. They’d have to sit down and chat. Air their grievances. Get closure. And then hopefully lunge at each other with a fierce anger filled passion. He wanted to zip up his pants afterwards and walk out without saying a word. She probably wanted that, too.
Recently, they’d been texting. It started off casually—she’d locked herself out and thought he might have a spare key, which he did not. A week later, he was walking home from the grocery store when she drove past, blasting a song he’d always hated. He texted her to fuck with her, mostly. “Still listening to that shitty band, huh?” She reacted with shock, until he revealed that she’d driven past him just a few minutes earlier.
And then, he decided to go for it. John ramped up the flirtatious texting with Ember, sending her stuff like, “I was going through some old pictures and found something naughty.”
“WHAT DID YOU FIND?” She responded.
He dragged it out for a while, making her suffer until finally he revealed the truth: A photo of her thick juicy thighs in a pair of booty shorts. Ember was remarkably sexy. Anyone who saw her agreed. She had long blonde hair and pale white skin, although in some photos, she was tan from trips to the beach.
“So,” she asked. “What are you going to do with that photo?”
“What am I going to do with it meaning am I going to delete it or am I going to masturbate to it?”
“I knew you missed me,” she said.
“Not you,” he texted back. “Your cunt. I miss your wet, tight cunt.”
“Well,” she wrote back. “You had it and you lost it. That’s on you. You could’ve had this juicy gushy pussy every night for the rest of your life if you’d just committed.”
“I didn’t commit because we had way deeper problems. You know that.”
“Mm-hmm,” she wrote back.
“Maybe,” he said. “We need to get this off of our chests in person?”
“You know where to find me,” she wrote.
He snagged a few condoms and drove to their old apartment, buzzed himself in, walked up the old familiar stairs and turned the lock. The door was unlocked. He walked into his old home. A place where he’d lived for four years and looked around. It looked so familiar and yet so foreign at the same time. He scoffed as he kicked off his shoes. She was always a slob because he was always there to clean. But without him, she kept the place immaculate. He couldn’t believe it.
He walked to the back, expecting to find her in the bed, but instead, he saw the glowing light from under the bathroom door. He turned the knob and walked in. Ember was soaking in their old clawfoot tub. She turned and smiled at him devilishly. He smirked back and sat on the toilet, as he’d often done while she bathed. Back then, they’d chat about their days while she bathed. Tonight, he simply looked at her massive, heaving breasts poking through the bubbles. His cock throbbed as he eyed her up and down.
“Guess what I’m doing,” she whispered.
He leaned in, half expecting to see under the bubbles.
“Hm?” He asked.
“Mmmm,” she whispered. “Feels so good.”
She was peeing. That was her big tease, since he had a piss kink. He bit his bottom lip. Suddenly, he felt like this could all be a set up. She’d parade around, flaunting her curvy, thick body as he watched her jiggly ass sway back and forth. Somehow, she managed to have it all: A thick body, a small waist, large breasts. She was perfect. She’d even grown out a very thick bush at his request. He was dying to see if she’d kept it or shaved it off.
Suddenly, she stood from the tub, revealing her body—as perfect and sexy as ever.
He stood and handed her a towel, which she simply dropped into the tub. She stepped out and walked into the bathroom and got into the bed on her hands and knees. His favorite post-bath activity was eating her ass while she reached between her thighs and masturbated. He stripped out of his clothes and pressed his mouth to her waxed anus and began to lick. She tasted so good. He pushed his tongue deeper and deeper, licking, spitting, fingering her asshole.
Ember loved ass play, but absolutely loathed anal sex. But tonight, he was going to go for it. All that passion. All that hatred. All that resentment and angry would come out one way or another and if they were going at it, hitting, slapping, spitting, choking, the odds were in his favor that he’d be able to jam his cock in her pink little anus sooner or later.
She came once and then a second time while he ate her ass from behind. He yanked the drawer open and found her prized hitachi wand, which he yanked out and threw at her. He flipped her over and pressed against her wet body, kissing her, grabbing, squeezing. She reached for his rock hard cock and stroked it, rubbing her pussy and using the juices to lube his cock.
While she pressed the wand against her clit, he crawled on top of her, pressing her head against the bounty of pillows and jamming his cock directly into her mouth. Her eyes popped. She moaned as he pressed and pushed. She always had a rough time sucking his cock. It wasn’t that he was particularly huge, but she rather, that her gag reflex was kind of weak. He didn’t care. He didn’t care if she spit up saliva all over the place. He fucked. He fucked her throat with a furious passion while she continued to press the wand against her clit, humming, moaning, squirming violently in bed until she came for a third time.
He pulled his saliva coated cock from her throat. She caught her breath as he grabbed a condom, slipped it on and pushed himself into her pussy. She was actually creamy—which is what she said happened only when she was thoroughly turned on and aroused. Let’s just say it didn’t always happen towards the end.
But it happened tonight.
“Fuck this,” he grunted as he ripped the condom off, threw it across the room and began pumping harder and harder inside of her. She howled with delight as her cunt gushed. Liquid ran out of her pussy and down her legs, which he lapped up and forced her to eat off of his fingers.
“Fucking bitch,” he grunted as he yanked his cream covered cock from her cunt and made her suck him. He pressed her head down on his cock, something she’d hated, but let him do tonight. She gagged, making all the sexy throaty cock sucking sounds you can imagine. His cock touched the very back of her throat, causing her to gush forth massive amounts of drool and spit, which she lapped up into her hands and rubbed all over his body. The windows in her room fogged over as he continued to jam his cock down her throat.
Finally, he pulled it from her and ordered her to straddled him. He grabbed onto her thick hips and guided her up and down on his cock. She reached down and began to choke him harder and harder until he started to see spots. Only then did he tap her thigh. She released her grip and walloped him across the face, leaving a bright red hand mark on his cheek.
“Fuck,” he said with surprise!
Before she could apologize, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She pressed her ass into the air, resting her head on the pillow. He saw her expectant cunt, but ignored it. His cock glistening in grool and cream and squirt and saliva. She was ramped up, angry, distracted.
He put his cock into her pussy and pumped away ten times to get some momentum going and then, suddenly, he yanked his cock from her cunt and guided it slowly and with intention into her asshole. He pushed it all the way inside of her. She was so relaxed that it eased all the way in before she realized what was happening.
“My asshole,” she whispered.
“Shut up,” John barked.
He guided himself in and out slowly at first, slapping her juicy ass with his right hand while his left braced on her hip. He couldn’t believe it. After all these years, he was finally inside of her asshole—he’d always wanted to fuck her ass, but she refused, claiming she’d had anal once before and it was too painful for words.
With no warning and no heads up, he came, shooting his sperm deep inside of Ember’s pink, tight, warm anus. She sighed, feeling his cock throb and pulsate until his balls were empty and her asshole was full of sperm. He eased himself out of her asshole and took in the sight, watching her pink little hole close up slowly. She trembled, weak from exhaustion, and collapsed onto the bed. They looked at each other. He nodded. She revealed a sad smirk.
He grabbed his clothes, dressed in a hurry and left.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a8qgf2/hate_fuck_with_the_ex_mf_oral_anal_mast
Shit, this is what I need with my ex
Oooh this was viceral and I loved every minute of it!! ?