[M]y Old College [F]uckbuddy

So this happened last week.

So back in my college days, I had a side girl. Not to put too fine a point on it, but she was dating a guy I knew, but banging me on the regular whenever I’d visit (they were long distance as well). Complete freak, gorgeous body, etc. This went on for 6-7 years, until he moved down there, and she cut contact with me. (so it goes).

It’s been 4-5 years since then, and I’d more or less stopped thinking about her. I got a new job, and got sent down to her city for training. Never changed my number, and apparently she found out via mutual friends on FB. Texts me out of the blue (last I understood, she had blocked me entirely).

She wanted to meet up. Catch up, and whatnot. I was remembering how much she pissed me off at the end(she didn’t do me the courtesy of telling me to fuck off/goodbye, but ghosted me after six years). I tell her that I used to care for her a lot, but I don’t care anymore. Kind of made me angry, to be honest. I told her that my only interest in her was physical now. And that if she wanted that, she could come by my hotel room after work. I figured that she’d tell me to fuck off, etc.

Well, come 6ish one day, I get a knock on my door. It’s Tanya, and she’s dug out the outfit that I once told her to wear to the airport (white tank top, a little white miniskirt). She was (and still is) a skinny half Indian girl, so the white looked amazing on her, and really showed off her body. I let her in, and she basically lays into me, that I’m an asshole, I never liked her, that I only wanted her for her body, etc. This is the same girl who would blow me in the bathroom at the apartment I shared with her ostensible bf(now husband).

I laugh, basically winding her up, asking her about how sex with her husband is, which just makes her angrier. She looks like she wants to slap me, when I finally make a move, pushing her up against the door, pinning her there with my body, our faces inches apart. Telling her that she might hate me, but she showed up in my favorite outfit, as I ran my hand up her ass, confirming what I had suspected. As she did oh so many years ago, she wasn’t wearing anything under that skirt… and her pussy was as warm and wet as I remembered. She got that look, that distracted, slightly glazed look she’d get when I’d play with her cunt, telling her how she knew that if she came over, she’d end up as my little toy again.

I don’t remember everything she said as I worked her up, but the phrase “I fucking hate you, and I hate how wet you make me!”. I slid my fingers in her as she bucked her hips into me, refusing to kiss me, opting to just moan and say how much she hated me. Fine by me… I used to really care for this girl, but at this point, all I wanted to do was fuck her so hard that she’d think about me when she was with her husband.

She started grabbing my dick though my pants as I teased her soaking cunt, moaning a little bit more. She always went on about how huge I was (and honestly, I’m a hair over six inches, but apparently thicker than average. But it does wonders for your ego)

I had been planning on bending her over the desk, and fucking her immediately, but a little bit of a sadistic urge made me reconsider. I pushed her down to her knees with no resistance, and she looked up at me with those big dark eyes as she unzipped me, making a little gasping noise as I fell out of my pants. She stroked me briefly, telling me how much she had missed that cock as I got harder in her palm, before she put her mouth on me. She was always the girl who was more enthusiastic than skilled (which is fun in its own way). But she always liked to suck me, and always wanted to work on taking me deeper. I was still into her before, and never pushed too hard (literally or figuratively).

That time was over. I ran my hands through her hair, getting a good grip, before forcing her head down, the sound of her protesting around my dick vibrating a little… the feeling of my dick slowly sliding down her throat, bit by bit as I fucked her face was delicious. And while she was making noise, none of them sounded like she was in trouble. I had never done this with her, or even been this rough. A little bit of teasing, a few slaps on the ass, but I had the urge to just break this woman. Not a feeling I’m incredibly proud of, but despite what she had said, she seemed to be loving all of this.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth, all sloppy and wet from her, her mouth and chin shiny from where she had a mixture of slobber and my precum dripping. I remember asking her if Matt ever fucked her face like this, and seeing her eyes get angry again, and I didn’t give her a chance to reply before shoving my cock down her throat again. But she was definitely working it, and her enthusiasm for sucking cock was still very much a thing. But some part of me didn’t want to cum that way (and in my thirties, a second round wasn’t always a sure thing).

I pulled her up to her feet, my hand gripping (loosely) her neck, walking her backwards over to the desk, turning her around and pushing her down, that little white skirt riding up. I remember saying to her that the first time we fucked was just like this, bent over a hotel desk in this skirt. I slapped her tight little ass a couple times before lining myself up and sliding in… no matter how angry she was, she was still incredibly turned on, and she was almost *too* wet, if that makes any sense.

She still had a deliciously snug pussy, and she had gotten even better at squeezing every time I thrust all the way inside (we had practice that over one of our fuckweekends). My fist gathering up her hair, pulling back a little cruelly(but it made her moan, so I didn’t stop), pounding the shit out of her. We had some passionate sex before, but I finally understood what people were talking about when they said hatefucking was incredible.

It wasn’t long before I felt myself getting close, and I remember telling her as I pulled her back almost standing so I could whisper in her ear “I’m going to cum inside you, you little bitch.” She stiffened up a little bit, looking a little panicked, mumbling something about not being on anything anymore. Something about the idea of risking it made me want to do it even more. I told her “Beg me…. Beg me to shoot my load in your little unprotected *cunt*” I felt like I was out of control, like something primitive had taken over my brain… and I felt myself fucking her harder, the angle changing so I was rubbing up against her cervix slightly.

And then Tanya said the thing that is honestly #1 on my fap-dex: “Do it, you asshole. Cum in me. Rape my little pussy and cum in me….” Honestly, no sooner had she said that then I hammered into her two more times, and came harder than I ever have, feeling like I had a firehose between my legs. She was moaning during this, and she claims later that it made her cum (and honestly I still barely care if it did).

We ended up laying on the bed, with her recounting all the shit in her marriage that pissed her off, me listening (and making a lot of sarcastic comments… she can vent if she wants, but I’m sure as hell not going to let anything pass at this point). She admits that she wasn’t lying, and that her and her husband were (as she said) “Not actively trying, but not preventing”. I wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to that, so I just made some asshole comment. She eventually got up, said that she’d have to think of something to tell Matt. I told her that she knew where to find me for the next few days, and (taking a shot in the psychological dark) she could come over if she wanted to make sure I knocked her up before I left. She gave me a weird smile, and left.

I have some followup, but this post already feels a little too long as it is.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cy1rpc/my_old_college_fuckbuddy