I Was [F]ucked Like A Slut By [M]y Ex Who I Hated

Throwaway account cause real story]

[Long, cause details]

So I recently decided to have dinner with my ex, who I broke up with last year. We broke up because the spark gradually just went out and we lost our connection. He had started taking me for granted and vice versa I guess. After I dumped him, he was really hurt, and so he went around bitching about me and shit. I absolutely loathed him cause he was taking it so immaturely, and trying to hurt my reputation on purpose. Anyway, this was a long time ago, so when he invited me out to dinner, I accepted without hesitation. I was confident that I wouldn’t 

let him get under my skin. In fact, I kinda show off the thriving person I had become after we split. I had also put on a little weight in all the right places. I dressed in a strappy black calf-length dress with high slits on the sides paired with high pink-nude tie-up heels. With my untameable curls open and a little makeup, I felt like a goddess. Especially since I wasn’t wearing any panties.

I felt powerful as I entered the fancy Italian restaurant where he had booked us a table. With my gaze directed everywhere but on him, I strutted gracefully over to him. However, the moment my eyes landed on him, my breath left me. He’d been working out, which was evident from his broad muscled chest and biceps, straining against his shirt. His wide chest narrowed down to a hard abdomen. I remembered how large what hung under it is. He got up to greet me and we shook hands. We both laughed at the formality of the whole thing. As we settled into our chairs, he ordered us the most expensive bottle of Chianti. I figured his career had been going well.

Dinner with him was an easy-going affair, as we both soon fell into our old steps, and our years of being together were reflecting in our mutual comfort. Soon, between the two of us, we had finished almost 3 bottles of wine. We were both glowing in the warmth of each other’s company. It was pretty late, and his place was nearby, which is why I accepted when he invited me over to finish off the bottle. We walked there, with my hand on his arm, occasionally swaying into his hard, warm body. I know he felt my lusciousness against himself. I was still teasing though. I was sober enough to be in control of the situation, and thoroughly enjoying thinking about denying him the easy-fuck he probably thought he was gonna get from me.

I tucked my bare feet under myself as I settled into the sprawling couch in his lounge. He poured us both a glass of the wine and sat next to me. Our conversation soon took a flirtatious turn. We began reminiscing our relationship. He told me nobody he’d had since then was as good as me. This turned me the fuck on, okay? And I couldn’t control what happened next. I had somehow ended up closer to him while talking, so close, that I could feel the heat emanating from him. Then, one of the straps of my dress slid off, and his eyes zeroed in on my bare shoulder. Before I knew what was happening, his lips had closed the distance between him and the sensitive part of my neck, his tongue gently massaging my skin. I lost myself in the gentle sucking sensation, but when his big palm grabbed my tit, I lost myself completely. I climbed onto his lap facing him and started grinding my bare soaked pussy into his crotch. His mouth found mine and our tongues wrestled each other like we were devouring each other. My dress came off and his mouth closed over my nipple. I was completely naked and in his control. 

He got up and threw me onto the couch. He undid his shirt, revealing his ripped body. I started kissing his abs and undid his pants. His rock-hard cock sprang out and I started stroking it with both hands as I licked little circles around the tip. I took in the head and sucked it sloowwwwly while my tongue flicked at the tip. He climbed over me with his knees on either side of my shoulder, and cock heavy on my face. Grabbing my hair in a fist behind my head, he shoved himself deep into my throat without warning. I gagged and choked on his size, while he kept thrusting his cock into my face harder and harder with deep primal growls escaping his throat. He slapped my face with his cock a couple of times before climbing down my body and rubbing my pussy with his cock, spreading the wetness all over my aching cunt. At this point, all my previous self-confidence went out of the window. I was whimpering like a little girl, and begging him to fuck me hard. I was his dirty little slut, and I loved it. 

As his thick cock slid into me torturously, I realised he still owns my body. I’m still his little fuck-slave. With his hands squeezing my tits almost painfully, he thrust in me HARD. Protection is damned I wanted him raw, skin-to-skin. I knew I was gonna be sore the next morning, but I was lost in the mounting pleasure of being fucked like a slut by my master. I moaned his name and begged him to not stop as I tipped over the edge. I bit his shoulder and audibly gasped as wave after wave of what was easily the most powerful orgasm I’d had in a while took over me. Even before I was done, he flipped me to my front with practised ease and started fucking me from behind. Like I was his bitch. My face was slack, mouth open and moaning as he held my hair in his fist and fucked me from behind like a lust-crazed beast. A familiar ache took over my soaking pussy as the pleasure got too much to bear, but just before I came, he suddenly pulled out, making me positively whine at the denial. 

As soon as I turned around to face him, he grabbed my face and thrust his cock into my face again. This time I could taste myself, mixed with his juices. It was deliciously filthy. As I deep-throated him, I reached under myself and rubbed my clit. My orgasm approached, I started moving my head quicker, taking him in deeper until I reached the base. While I came on my fingers, I moaned with his cock deep down my throat. Why was he taking so long to finish? I had come twice already! He’d never taken so long before. He pulled my face up next to his, and rasped out “You won’t like what’s about to happen.” Before I could comprehend what was happening, he’d flipped me around again and, using his cock, spread my wetness around my asshole. It dawned on me what was gonna happen, but all my protests were muffled by the cushion as my face was being shoved into. 

He pushed himself into my tight little, previously unused hole, and the pain was too much. I was about to ask him to stop when the pain suddenly became bearable, and pleasure took over me. I was moaning and whining, and grinding my ass against him. One of his hands reached under my belly to rub my clit. As he was fucking me anally, two fingers entered my pussy and started rubbing circles around my g-spot. I was gushing wetness for him. Like a whore I begged him to fuck me harder, and he complied. I moved my hips to the rhythm is cock was pounding into me. He brought his face down next to my ear and moaned as he neared climax. The sounds coming from him drove me over the edge one final time as I exploded under him, my body writhing, moaning his name.

Spent and more than satisfied, he carried my exhausted self to the bedroom, where he laid me on the bed and climbed in next to me. Nestled into his arms, with his naked body against mine, we dozed off to sleep. That was fine by me. The fuck-fest of a complication was to be dealt with the next day.

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