Hate (f)ucking (m)y ex at work
Happened a few years ago, while we were both in college. Let’s call her Maya. I really liked Maya—she was gorgeous with brown hair, chocolate eyes, and athletic (yet also had curvy hips). We had been hooking up for about 3 months, and sex with her was like crack; I was addicted. We also happened to work at the same bar together.
It was a summer evening. It was her birthday the night before, but I was out of town, so I decided to surprise during her shift. I walked in and she was talking to the hostess. She saw me and squeaked in surprise in a way I used to find cute; but then I saw it. Her neck was covered in hickies and ineffectively applied makeup. I was livid. I glared at her, and, in a haze, growled out “what the actual fuck.” I marched to the restaurant’s bar, and my boy, who was bartending, hooked it up and commiserated with me.
At one point, I heard she was in the bathroom crying, and I didn’t give a fuck—served her right to be embarrassed. Then, several drinks (for me) later, she came up and asked if we could talk. I can’t remember exactly what she said, I just know that my rage had stayed at the same level.
We walked to one of the closed service stations. It was a little alcove separates from the main hallway by a curtain. Size wise: It was about 10 feet long and 4 feet deep, and it was in the back of the dining room area, just barely out of sight. To be honest, I can’t tell you much about our whispered fight. She kept saying she cared for me and didn’t want to ruin what we had, and I was channeling my righteous fury. I told her that I cared for her but she hurt me. And then, inexplicably, we kissed.
Next thing you know, I have turned her around, and am thrusting inside of her as she is bent over the service station, and I was NOT being gentle. One hand was choking her (we had a safe word in our previous encounters because she liked it rough, so don’t worry, bitch was fine) and the other was grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. I pounded all of my hate and fury into her, and she came relatively quickly. That, for reason, pissed me off even more. I roughly pulled out of her and yanked her to her knees by her hair. She didn’t complain. I face-fucked her selfishly, without a care, until I pulled out and finished on her uniformed chest, leaving quite a bit of cum on her clothes. She complained that she didn’t have a spare and she had to finish her shift. I didn’t respond. I zipped up, looked at her, and told her we were done.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m11izj/hate_fucking_my_ex_at_work_mf