I dated this guy my last year of college, and I always knew in the back of my head that he was an asshole but I was just enamored with him. He was older than me, had a lot of money to throw around, and he has this bubbly personality that made him really fun to be with. It also probably didn’t hurt that he is incredibly handsome, AND has a remarkably sexy accent (he grew up in Australia). But like I said, dude is unfortunately kind of an arrogant prick. There’s too much to recount in one post, but I’ll give you a few examples to get my point across.
The first time I met him I was day drinking at my favorite bar with my friends–I think we were there to watch our school’s basketball game, but honestly I can’t remember. I had gotten up from our table to order another drink, and he started chatting me up while I was waiting. There was an instantaneous connection between us and we ended up flirting and drinking pretty much the whole day. Eventually he invited me back to his place, which is not something I would normally do after first meeting someone, but he told me that his roommates were having a party and it would be fun, so I agreed. When we got to his place, no one was home and all the lights were off. Oh well, we can just smoke a bowl and watch a movie in his room he says. It came across as a bit creepy, but I was really feeling him. We ended up hooking up that night, and he did the whole “I hate condoms, I can’t feel anything with a condom on” thing and eventually convinced me to let him take it off. And he literally never used a condom again after that, like it wasn’t even an option–thank god for birth control. You’d think I would have taken that for a giant red flag, right? Nope, I had a HUGE crush on him and looked past it.
Sending nudes has never really been something I’ve been comfortable with and I had never sent any before him. He brought it up over and over again when we first started dating, and eventually I just did it because I wanted to make him happy. And that soon turned into me sending him at least one sexy pic a week, or really whenever he asked. Obviously, I expected these to stay private. But I was later on his phone (not snooping, he openly let me have it), and while I was doing something else, he was getting some pretty gross messages from a group chat with his buds. Part of me hoped it was just crude “locker room talk”, but I opened up the chat and only had to scroll up to the night before to see he had shared a picture of my tits. I scrolled up through the history and there were at least half a dozen of me, as well as a bunch of other random girls that his friends shared. I was furious and mortified, and I should have dumped his ass, but somehow I forgave him and we kept dating.
He swears he and the boys are done with that shit, and he agreed that it was really fucked up. As you can probably guess though, he didn’t mean it. Probably 4-5 months after the first incident, I found the group chat again. He wasn’t just doing it outright in the open anymore, now he had a groupme chat with the notifications disabled to try to hide it. I scroll through and see he shared more of my nudes, and a video of him fucking me, AND to my horror, he had also sent pictures of another woman too. Worst of all, I recognized the girl, and their conversation about it confirmed my fears. He had been cheating on me with one of my “friends”. Fortunately, I finally grew some backbone and broke up with the prick after that.
I think I always kind of knew that it was a toxic relationship, but I felt like I was totally under his spell. We’ve been broken up for over a year now, and besides the aftermath of the breakup, we had been totally no contact. By this time, I didn’t really even think about him anymore. He stilled popped into my head every once in a while, but it didn’t hurt anymore, I was pretty over him.
A bunch of my friends were going to be back in town last weekend for the 4th, and of course we wanted to throw a big party to celebrate. It got kind of out of hand and a lot of friends of friends were invited, and it went from being a small get-together to more of a full on party. Not even in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that he might be there. But of course, after about an hour of drinking and just having a really good time, a familiar face caught my eye. It was him. I don’t know how long he had been there for, but he was just casually mingling with another group across the room. It felt surreal, and my mind was just running a million miles an hour. After some deliberation, I decided it would be more weird to avoid him than to say a quick hello, so I walk over just to say the niceties. As soon as he sees me, he lights up and gives me a big hug. I didn’t really know how to react, so I just gave him an awkward half hug. He starts introducing me to the group as if I’m a long lost friend and it’s a bit overwhelming, but he leaves his hand on my side. While I’m trying to greet half a dozen strangers over some deafening music, he’s just gently stroking my lower back. I don’t want to cause a scene, so somehow I keep myself from slapping the arrogant prick. Eventually his hand is on my ass and he starts grabbing a handful, at which point I finally push his hand away. I’m not sure if anyone noticed him groping me, but no one says anything. I make up an excuse about needing another drink or something and make my exit, he says he’d like to talk to me some more later but I pretend like I don’t hear him.
I went back to hanging out by my friends and try to get back to having fun, but obviously my ex is basically all I can think about and the night is kind of ruined. I stay for another hour or so and the party is starting to wind down a bit. I figure I might as well just leave, I’m not really enjoying myself anymore. I was about to order an uber home when I got a text from him. He said it was really nice to see me, and that he was sorry for how things ended between us. He told me he was out back having a smoke and was hoping we could talk again. I don’t know why, but I decide to entertain the idea and go out to meet him. It’s pretty much pitch dark on the back porch, but I can just make out his outline in the corner. We talk about what we’ve been up to recently and other BS, and we end up standing right next to each other. I turn my head to say something to him, and I realize he’s just staring at me intently. It catches me off guard a bit and I stop mid sentence and I guess he took that as his opportunity. He leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back, but I’m definitely hesitant. Then he cradles the back of my head with one hand, and pulls me closer by the small of my back with the other, and that just made me melt into him. He’s a great kisser, and even though he’s an asshole, I can’t deny how attracted I am to him. After a few minutes of making out and our hands exploring each other, the prick does that fucking thing guys do where they start pushing down on your shoulders/head. I already could have guessed you want your dick sucked, I don’t need a hint. I stop kissing him and let out a “Seriously!?”, but he just kind of grins and looks at me expectantly. I don’t know if it was the liquor, or if I’m just that much of a whore, but I get down on my knees in front of him like he wants me to.
He takes his cock out and he’s already hard, and I’m just on my knees staring at it. And for those of you wondering, yes, he has a big dick. After a moment of thinking if I’m really about to do this, the horny side of me gets the better of the reasonable side of me, and I take him into my mouth. He’s immediately moaning, which I think is really hot and definitely encouraged me to put in some effort. He told me he wanted to see “his tits”, and made me take off my top. I kept sucking him, while he said some more stuff like “good girl”, and how he always knew he’d have his cock back in my mouth eventually. It was definitely degrading, but I was kind of into it. It was probably the hottest thing I’ve done all year honestly.
After a few more minutes of blowing him, I saw him grab his phone and I got a bit freaked out. I stop sucking him and ask what he’s doing, and the asshole fucking shushes me, and just keeps poking me with his dick until it’s back in my mouth again. I’ve let him take pictures of me in the past, but he didn’t ask, so I was a bit pissed. His phone light comes on, and it’s not flashing or anything so I’m pretty sure he’s taking a video.
While I knew it was a terrible idea, the stupid slut in me couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong and dirty it would be for him to have this video of me. He’d probably brag and show all of his friends how he got me to suck him off again even after everything we went through. How good it must have made him feel, to have disrespected me so badly, but still be able to get me to suck his cock so easily. It’s so messed up, but the thought got me absolutely soaked. As I bobbed my head up and down, my closed legs were just barely brushing my clit, and it felt so, so, so good. I think blowjobs are just as hot as the next person, but its never been like this before. I honestly think I could have cum without even touching myself if it had kept up long enough.
I was giving him the best blowjob I ever had–I pulled out all my special tricks; I looked up right into his phone, I licked his balls, I twirled my tongue around his head, and gave him long and slow strokes on his shaft as deep as I could. A part of me really wanted his approval, and another part of me was just getting off on the wrongness of it all, and I was just so wet. After a few more minutes of sucking him like my life depended on it, without any warning, I hear him grunt and I just feel rope after rope of his hot cum fill my mouth. His cock was right up against my throat, and he had his hand in my hair holding my head there, but he didn’t have to. I know he really likes when I swallow (who doesn’t?), so I did. I kept my lips locked around him, just lightly sucking him until he was done and he let me up.
Afterwards, I didn’t really know what to say so I was kind of just awkwardly getting my clothes back on. He boasted about how the moment he saw me that night, he knew I’d be sucking his cock and swallowing his load, gave me a slap on the ass, and then went back inside without saying much else. I called an uber and just waited outside in the back until it got there. When I got home, my pussy was still pretty wet, and it only took a few minutes before I rubbed myself to a huge orgasm. And then another one. I was a hot mess.
I’ve been feeling kinda gross about it, but also I’ve probably cum to the memory a few times every day since then. He texted me again earlier this week, but I’ve ignored him so far. I know it’s a bad idea, but I can’t stop fantasizing about going back to him and letting him treat me like his personal slut again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oh3q4q/mf_i_24f_ran_into_my_asshole_ex_28m_at_a_fourth