That time when I[M] hate fucked my archenemy[F] on a conference [part 1]

This happened when I attended a conference during my grad school where I hate fucked my archenemy of my undergrad days. The story is turning out to be quite long, so will be two parts. For the sex part, get to the part with dashes (—).

**Back story**

I did my undergrad in a university in South Asia. There’s no concept of major or minor. There’s a thing called an ‘entrance test’, then you are selected along with a bunch of students to study a ‘subject’, the same as ‘major’. They all do the same fixed courses throughout the lifetime of the degree. That’s where I met Farah.

She is an absolute bitch who came from a rich family. She would only talk to the people who would help her. Think class notes, homework etc. If she were talking to you, she definitely needed something from you. She would talk with a smug face I hated the most. When she was having a conversation with anyone, she acted like she had all the caring in the world for you. But in reality she is just collecting info to bitch about with her besties later on. Anything that happened within the life of ours, that bitch knew. She made it personal to know everything about all of us. I hated the guts of her. So much so that if I were masturbating thinking about fucking someone in the ass, that would be her. You all get the idea.

Let’s describe Farah. She is a 5’2” brown girl as you can imagine. If we are talking about the skin, it’s more to the darker shade. She had a slender body. Her boobs were medium sized, not too much visible underneath our traditional dress. But you would know it’s there. She had a nicer ass though. She was never shy to show around that ass. The way girls of my country dress up, you can’t really see much from the front. But the ass is another story. Overall if you judge her for her looks, she wouldn’t be even in the top 5 within the girls of our class.

About me, I am 5’5” and as brown as they come. I have an average physique. Grad school calls for a lot of fast foods. So the time I am talking about I have been gaining weights. Not obese, but there’s some fat here and there. My dick is average as well. If you ask me how big it is, I honestly don’t know. Last time I measured my dick, I was in grade school, maybe it’s close to 5”. I trust science and science told me size doesn’t matter. So be it.

So we both end up in the US for grad school, in the same research area. Gradually grad school happened and I lost touch with a lot of my classmates. Fast forward two years, I am in Phoenix for a conference. For a poor grad student, a conference is like the most wet dream coming true. We can feast with Professor’s dime. That year I was the only one attending from my lab in that conference. I booked the most expensive hotel I could find. I chose a large SUV to drive around for the week. I made a short list of all the cuisines I am gonna try. Hooking up with someone was always in my mind, but my conservative upbringing limited my imagination in that area.

So I am in Phoenix and this is the first day of my very first conference. I wake up, freshen up, go to the convention center to attend a talk. I mean I didn’t have to, I was feeling guilty about spending this many dollars. So the talks are lightning fast and I didn’t understand a thing. The conference had a big brochure, I picked a talk seeing a familiar name. I didn’t understand shit. So I went out of the room and started getting a cup of coffee that was self-served at the corridor. I got my coffee, I am planning out my day and suddenly I hear my name. And voila! That bitch is here. Of all the conferences in the US, that bitch had to turn up in this conference? I am starting to think the seven gods really have something against me.

So she starts chit-chatting. What she is doing. Asking about what I am doing. Apparently she has all the time in this world. I am reluctant to give her any information about my plans. Last thing I want is her to play the role of a helpless girl and use me as her personal chauffeur. Apparently she is living in the same hotel as me and using Uber as transport. Ok, I need to get off the conversation and leave that building pronto. I ask her whether she will attend ‘that’ talk in another building of the convention center. She says no. I say, I have to be in that talk and take my leave. She reluctantly agrees and I leave like I have 7 Merlin engines burning 100% on my back.

So I go back to my hotel, get the rental and go to ASU to meet a friend there. Spend the day there. Next day, rinse and repeat. During the afternoon I get a message from her. Apparently she is bored and wants to have dinner some time. I am like, fuck me sideways. Who wants to have dinner with that witch?

I met her at the dinner place. She is there on time. She is wearing tight jeans, with a blouse. She gained some weight. Some meat here and there, nicer on the eyes. Still can’t look at the face, not my type. We look at the menu, order some food. We start chit-chatting about our classmates. Who is where, who got married, who did not, grad school stuff. By the time the food was here, I was bored to death and regretting the decision to have dinner with her. When we are almost finished, she suddenly asked, are you a virgin?

That’s the bitch right here. Trying to get information. I give a non-answer, why do you ask? She is like, I got married six months back and my husband is not here. So it’s been hard.

Ok, I mean I have been a shoulder to cry on for my female classmates, but there are things that are off limits. I don’t want to get personal in any way. Not with this witch. I don’t trust her a bit. So I sympathize and try to move on. But she keeps pressing. Ok, I admit I am not virgin but I am not going to disclose any more than that. Now she proposes, do I want to go back to the hotel and continue our conversation? By now I suspected this was coming. So I replied, do you want me to buy some condoms? She answers, why not?

Full disclosure, this is not normal by any means. Girls from my country are very shy to talk about sex. In my years of conversation with girls, they don’t even say the word sex. Apparently Farah has outdone herself. I still don’t know why of all the people she wanted to sleep with me. Maybe I was in the right place at the right time.

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**Sex part**

By the time we were done with our conversation, my dick started to get hard. I mean real hard. The possibility of hate fucking this bitch have been getting into my head. So we pay off our dinner bill, grab some condoms from the nearby CVS and head back to her room. As soon as I got into the room, I turned her around, pushed against the wall and started pressing her boobs, like real hard. At the same time kissing around her neck. Maybe some bites too. She seemed perplexed and did not expect that at all. I start to undress my jeans, try to pull down hers. My plan is to assert dominance, you gotta be my bitch tonight. Now she plays along and helps to pull down her jeans. I start to feel her pussy with my hand and it’s soaked. I position her and enter her from the back. Today I am going to show the bitch who’s the boss today. I put on the condom and thrust my dick into her. If you know, it’s a risky thing to do. If the pussy isn’t wet enough, that’s a call for trouble. I pushed my dick into her pretty hard, luckily she is wet enough to take the most of the dick in. When I started pounding, her position was not good enough to push my dick all the way through. So she re-positions her pussy to get the full dick. So now I am putting my dick all the way through as fast as I can. All the while I am squeezing the hell out of her boobs. The boobs are a bit bigger than I imagined, I was getting a handful. Nevertheless, she is going to feel my hand for the coming days. I wish I could claim I pumped her for hours like other stories around here, but unfortunately I came in 2 minutes. But trust me, it seemed like less than 10 seconds. I couldn’t pound into that ass hard enough. By the time I came I was struggling to catch my breath. She didn’t have an orgasm, yet.

Girls from my country are super quiet during sex. They don’t like to talk, forget about talking dirty. So whatever happened so far we were completely quiet. Tonight I am going to change that though.

To be continued..

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