Surprise revenge fuck with ex [MF]

It had been 2 months since we had broken up. It came sharply and suddenly. One day we were a happy couple going through the occasional tough week, and the next it was over. She changed into a completely different person and did not even want to talk to me.

I was not without blame however. I was in a bit of a rut at work and it had spilled over into other aspects of my life. Of course I was too stubborn to realise this it the time; it is amazing what a couple of introspective weeks can do to your self awareness.

After several attempts to salvage things, i had just about given up. Until she texted, suggesting I come around to share a bottle of wine we had been saving. I didn’t know what to make of the offer. She’d rebuffed all previous attempts I had made to share a drink or a meal to talk.

I knew it was over, a friend had told me she had been sleeping with the local barista. A known man about town, this guy was someone both likeable and hatable at the same time. I suspected that the drink was so that she could get some closure and she planned to get a few things off her chest.

I knock on a familiar door, a few glasses of wine, laughter and all of of sudden we were back on the couch kissing. I missed her smell. It was salty and exotic, like the shores she originated from. She was sophisticated, educated and sexy. Ivy league college, professional dancer and now her own boutique. She was dark and middle eastern but with a relaxed caribbean vibe. I had loved her. But not tonight. This was lust, pure and unbridled animalistic desire.

My kiss trailed down her neck towards to glistening chest. Her large, fake breasts were out-of-character for her but I appreciated them. They fit her voluptuous body and the surgeon had done a brilliant job. I took in a dark, dime sized nipple, then another as she removed her bra. Before I knew it, i felt the familiar texture of the of the living room rug on my knees and the scent of her loins in my nostrils. I had missed the taste of her pussy.

When I felt the long, red finger nails trailing through the back of my hair I knew she was close. She tilted her hips unconsciously upwards, trying to maximise the pressure of my tongue. In seconds she was coming. She bucked and grasped at the couch. A cushion was knocked to the ground and her light, sexy scream filled the still night air in her apartment.

I stood up slowly, unsure on my blood drained legs. She immediately leapt forward onto her knees and began fumbling with the belt. A moment later I heard the metalic twinkle as my buckle hit the floor and she was onto me. Her full, soft lips wrapped around my thick, swollen cock. I could hear the air whistling through her nose as she desperately sucked my manhood. She had half of it in her mouth and her right hand stroking the remainder.

Always good at blowjobs, she seemed to bring an extra level of enthusiasm tonight. Or was it desperation? Then the thought hit me. She’d probably only had sex once or twice in the past few months. She was horny. I was her booty call.

I of course hadn’t been with anyone. Not by choice mind you. The first month or so I had been too focused on getting back togther. From 6 weeks onwards, I had given up and was back in the game. Just a poor player. I had stamina though. I had probably jacked off more than any time in my iife since i was a teenager. I wasn’t even close now, despite her best efforts.

It’s like she realised my mind had been wandering. I had probably been staring blankly for a few seconds and I typically never lasted this long. She cocked an eyebrow, mouth still full of cock. I smiled back and moved my hands to the side of her face. Normally I wasn’t a rough guy with her. I enjoy being the more dominant party normally but in our relationship she had not been a fan. She gave me some subtle hints in the early days and then it seemed to work better with an equal power balance in bedroom.

I took a step backwards, still holding her head lightly. She had been kneeling/crouching on the couch and motioned to get up. As I held her face a bit more tightly, she took the hint and remainded lower, clambering down ontoe the rug, still on her knees. A second later, i peeled her right hand off my shaft with the fingers of my left. she didn’t react, and continued to bob up and down. After 20 seconds of this, my cock began to glisten a bit more. A large drop of salive dripped to the floor and she looked up with watery eyes with the tiniest hint of confusion in them.

I let go of her cheek with my right hand and swept outwards, knocking her left forearm away from my side where she had grasped my hip. She continued to bob and look up, almost pleading. She did not know what to do with her hands. After some awkward, half hearted movements, they fell to her side. She was having to concentrate to remain balanced on her knees whilst leaning forward into my cock. I took the opportunity to thrust a bit more. Deeper, and again and again. She let out of muffled moan. I was into uncharted territory now, in more ways than one.

All of a sudden she spluttered. I had gone too deep. She had a tear trailing down from her right eye, threatening her exotic ‘egyptian’ style eyeliner. She opened her mouth as if to protest, but I was back in there. Not as deep this time but just shy of where i had been a moment ago. She brought her right hand up to my shaft and I batted it away without hesitation. I plunged ahead. She spluttered again and pushed herself away. “Easy tiger” she said with a bit of vitriol.

I pulled her to her feet by the back of her head and kissed her. She kissed back with a passion I had never seen from her. Did she like being treated like this? Or was she just keen for the facefuck to end? Was she just as horny as I was? I had to find out.

I pulled her with me, as if we were waltzing to the left side of her couch. I walked her backwards, still locked in the kiss and embrace until her ass hit the outside arm of the couch. Rounded and oversized, I had always wanted to fuck her over this. She knew it, but we had never got around to it. She always wanted to fuck in the bedroom and sometimes complained doggystyle lacked connection.

I spun her around and pulled her close. I kissed the top of her shoulder from behind and pawed at her breasts. My cock nestled between her butt cheeks, somewhat painfully pointed down. She reached back with her left hand to stroke my cock, I slapped callously at her right breast a few times. She began to press her hips back towards me and stroke more vigorouly. She was ready.

I pressed carefully but forefully between her should blades and she bent at the waist. As her hands hit the seat of the couch, I gave her right ass cheek a hard spank. She yelped. Another, and she hopped onto her toes. I brought my cockhead, still dripping to her entrace and paused, pink head just parting her lips. After a few seconds of this pose ( it felt like an enternity) she looked around with a questioning gaze. I spanked her again, very hard this time and she squealed and bucked. I thrust in and she collapsed into the couch arm and seat with a deeply satisfised and animalistic groan.

I pulled out all the way, and back in all the way. Long, slow strokes squelching between her drenched lips. She continued to moan as I thrust in and out. Putting my whole body into it. I raised my left hand from her hip up to the top of her cheek, thumb nestling into her ass crack. It crept lower, finding her sphincter. I held it there fore a few seconds, rubbing gently between thrusts. Then plunged in. Her moan raised an octave, and I continued my onslaught. After a minute or so of this, she brought her left hand back and grabbed my left wrist. I held firm,

In and out I pumped, slowly building pack. Her moans and lowered again, and somehow become more primal. Her left hand tugged meekly at wrist. Trying to it pull out. After a few seconds of this, I leaned over with my right hand and pulled her hand off off, tossing it gently to the side. Five strokes later, and her hand was inching back. As soon as she touched my wrist again I swatted down on her right as cheek, hard. It was reddening up already and this accelerated the process. Her hand shot back forwards in compliance, grasping the cushion in front of her.

I picked up the pace for a few strokes. She began to squirm. She was close. Another stroke and she was on the edge. Grinding back now, with increasing pressure. I spanked her three times in succession and she squealed in orgasm. her hips were uncontrollably gyrating. I spanked again and wriggled my thumb around her ass as much as i could.

I was done too. I wanted to keep going longer but I probably couldn’t. I slowed down the pace but drove in harder, this time with stronger, more forceful strokes. I erupted inside her, groaning uncontrollably. I pumped and pumped. She was motionless now, spent from the past half hour. After I was done, I slowly pulled out and casually slapped her left cheek. Closure.

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