[MF] My Ex-Girlfriend Eats My Ass to Avoid Breaking Up

*Author’s Note: This is a true story about how my ex-girlfriend Angelina convinced me not to break up with her by eating my ass. It was the first time I’d had anyone even touch my asshole, and it was a transformative experience. If you like the story, please leave a comment or reach out to me! I love to talk about experiences that expand our sexual boundaries.*

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My ex-girlfriend Angelina was an extremely sexy, extremely toxic person. It took me a few tries to end the relationship. She knew just what to do to get me back every time. Sometimes all it took was apologizing for how she’d been treating me. Sometimes it took incredibly hot sex.

This is a story about how she got me back by eating my ass.

Angelina was a short blonde, about 5’2” with small breasts and curvy hips. She taught me a lot about my own kinks and interests in the bedroom (and outside of it, too). I remember when Angelina first got me to try anal sex. I’d been really hesitant because I didn’t want to hurt her. But every time we fucked, she’d whisper in my ear about how much she wished my dick was in her ass. Finally I decided to give it a try, and, of course, it was amazing.

However, I’d never asked Angelina to touch my own asshole. I’ll admit I was curious, but I was honestly too hesitant to suggest that Angelina finger or lick my asshole during sex. Still, every time I fucked Angelina’s ass, I’d feel my own asshole tingling. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel.

One night after a long day of work I went to a party with Angelina and her friends. I was the designated driver. As the night went on, Angelina got more and more drunk. Around 2 am, she wanted to go to a friend’s house to keep partying, and I wanted to head home. She started calling me names and screaming at me in front of everyone. I wound up taking the car and leaving on my own.

The next day we talked, and I told Angelina I needed a break. She screamed at me more, cried, and refused to talk with me for a week.

At the end of the week she invited me over for lunch.

I could tell something was up when Angelina greeted me at the door in a flowing white skirt and a thin white top that barely concealed the shape of her small breasts and large nipples. Her long blonde hair was down, curling around her heart-shaped face.

Angelina had made a simple lunch, but I had such butterflies in my stomach that I couldn’t eat. Instead I said we should talk first. We settled on the couch and started sharing our feelings. Angelina was surprisingly kind, listening to my thoughts without interruption. As the conversation went on, she took my hands in hers. She scooted closely. Eventually she was in my lap.

As I continued to try to explain to Angelina that we were much better apart than together, she started to kiss my neck. Angelina had great lips, and they made a trail up to my jawline, along my earlobe. She whispered into my ear, “Let’s skip lunch.”

Angelina shifted, straddling my lap. My hands were on her hips. She kept kissing my neck, her hands moving through my hair. I felt my cock stiffening and knew there was nothing more I could say. Angelina’s hips rocked beneath my grip, encouraging my hardon.

I kissed Angelina back, and her tongue was in my mouth. My hands migrated up to her breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath her thin white shirt. Angelina reached down and massaged my cock through my pants. She unzipped me and unbuckled my belt. Her hand slid down to my boxers, her fingers tracing the length of my shaft.

Angelina dropped down in front of me and slid my pants down to my ankles. She freed my cock from my boxers and dropped her head down, swallowing the head and shaft in one swift motion. I groaned, feeling Angelina’s lips and throat tighten around me. She was an excellent cocksucker. I buried my fingers in her thick curls, encouraging her to keep her head down on my lap, enjoying her gasps and gags.

Deep throating Angelina made me feel like I was in power. My girlfriend had learned her lesson. She’d heard my pain, and now was abasing herself in front of me. I felt like I had won.

Little did I know.

Angelina finally pulled off of my dick. She wiped at the thick ropes of saliva hanging from her chin to my rock-hard cock. She stroked my wet dick, raised an eyebrow, and motioned with her head towards the bedroom.

Angelina told me to strip and sit down on the edge of the bed. She was still dressed all in white, but I took off my boxers, socks and shirt. Angelina got back down on her knees and started blowing me, her hands working my shaft while her lips sucked on my head like a lollipop. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her beautiful face bobbing over my cock, but Angelina’s blue eyes were narrowed in concentration. Finally she looked up at me, popped my cock from her mouth, and told me to lie down.

“I want you to focus on how it feels,” she said.

I fell back onto the bed and closed my eyes. I felt Angelina’s tongue run up and down my shaft, and circle my swollen head. Meanwhile, her hands drifted down over my balls, then to my thighs. Angelina circled my thighs and pulled upwards. I didn’t know what she wanted, but I raised my knees and placed my heels on the edge of the bed.

Angelina’s hands continued to circle around to the sides of my ass. She grabbed tightly and raised my hips slightly, my cock sliding back between her lips. Angelina’s fingers slowly migrated across my ass cheeks. I felt her tighten her grip and spread my cheeks apart.

Suddenly feeling air on my asshole had an incredible effect on me. I felt a tingling starting at my asshole and then travel up my scrotum, through my balls, and up my shaft. Angelina must have felt something too, because she pulled off my cock and said, “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.”

I just laughed, and she repeated herself.

“Did you hear me?” she asked.

“Um, yes,” I replied.

Angelina suddenly grabbed my shaft with her hand and squeezed firmly, her grip strong.

“I’m serious,” she said. “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to. And don’t look at me. Keep your eyes closed or on the ceiling.”

I’d heard Angelina’s bossy tone before, but she usually saved it for public events or shopping. I’d never heard it in bed. And to be honest, I liked it.

Angelina started to stroke my cock. I felt the tip of her tongue trace down my shaft to my balls. She played with my balls for a while, sucking them into her mouth, licking all around them. Then she told me to bring my knees to my chest. I did as she commanded.

My ass was now fully facing Angelina. She continued to stroke me, and lowered her mouth beneath my balls. She licked down my scrotum. I felt her tongue trace a broad circle around my ass cheeks. Her warm breath was on my asshole.

Suddenly I felt Angelina’s tongue prodding at my asshole. Just the tip of it circled my hole, a tantalizing touch.

“Oh!” I cried out, not being able to help myself.

Angelina stopped stroking me and just gripped my cock.

“I said not to cum,” she said again.

“Yes, okay,” I gasped.

Angelina’s tongue flattened against my asshole and licked it up and down. She traced circles around it, all the while stroking my cock, which seemed swollen big enough to explode.

Then she pushed harder with her tongue, and it slipped, just a bit, into my asshole.

It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I felt totally at the mercy of my ex-girlfriend. Lying with my knees on my chest, my eyes closed, every sensation magnified. Her hand pumping my cock. Her mouth and tongue on my asshole. My breath was ragged and quick. I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.

Angelina started to hungry eat my asshole, just devouring it with her lips and tongue. I kept crying out, moaning with pleasure, feeling incredibly vulnerable and dirty and almost out-of-body.

“Do you want to cum?” Angelina suddenly asked.

“Yes- oh god yes!”

Angelina stuck her tongue right into my asshole and pumped my cock harder, her grip tight, my shaft and head throbbing. I gripped my knees hard and moaned as her tongue wriggled inside me. I felt myself getting close, and realized Angelina was pointing the head of my cock towards my chest and face. I didn’t care. I came, hard, a jet of cum splashing over my belly, chest, and even my chin and cheek. I came again and again, my asshole tightening around Angelina’s tongue, my hips spasming and pressing myself against her lips.

I have never cum so hard in my life.

When I was finally spent, I opened my eyes to see Angelina standing over me, surveying the damage. She smiled wryly and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

I knew, then, we would be getting back together. Who else would ever eat my ass like that?

Angelina and I stayed together for another two years. It was a toxic relationship, and should have ended sooner. But though she caused me drama and pain, she also expanded my sexual boundaries in exciting new ways.

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