AFTER THE BREAK UP, THINGS KEPT GETTING BETTER [mf] [rough] [facefuck] [saliva] [mast] [squirt] [cum] [piss] [drinking]

**this is a little more hardcore than my usual shit. if you like Adriana Chechik, you’ll love this.**

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Mandy and I broke up one year ago after a four year long relationship. Towards the end, our sex life fizzled like a soda you’d left out overnight. In the beginning, as young couples often are, we couldn’t keep our hands off of one another. By the end, it was a miracle if Mandy even chose to undress in front of me before bed.

So, when we finally broke up, I intended to embrace my inner slut. I downloaded all the apps: Tinder, Bumble, OKCupid. I swiped right on EVERYBODY. My bio clearly stated I was recently single and wasn’t looking for anything serious.

The dates started lining up. Every woman (and every man for that matter) is different. Some chicks launched right into sex chat: “When do you want to come over and fuck me?” One woman asked. For a second, I forgot that I was single again. When you’re in a relationship, you gotta ask your partner every single time you want to make plans. It hadn’t dawned on me that I was free to do whatever I wanted. Whenever I wanted.

“Right now?” I responded.

“LOL … um … ok,” she wrote back. “Can we Facetime first before I let a stranger into my apartment?”

“Sure,” I wrote back.

We Facetimed and talked for ten minutes—just the usual small talk—and then she texted me her address. Our sex was pretty straightforward. Her door was open. She was sitting on the couch drinking a glass of wine. We made out and undressed. She sucked my cock, I went down on her, fingering her and sucking her clit until she came. And then, I flipped her over, fucked her from behind, pulled out and came on her back. She giggled, thanked me for the fun sex, and then we parted ways.

She calls every once in a while when she needs to be fucked.

But I was really desperate for something kinkier. Mandy wasn’t exactly an example of GGG. She didn’t like giving blowjobs. She didn’t like being on top. She didn’t like swallowing. She hated facials. She didn’t want to do anything in public. She didn’t like the idea of road head or exploring fetishes and kinks. I asked her if she would stick a dildo up my ass while she jerked me off and she said no. Vanilla sex was her speciality. And after awhile, it got boring. And so, I turned to porn. And that let my mind race. She said porn was ruining our sex life because it was setting unrealistic expectations. I disagreed. I said it would expand our sex life and allow us to fully explore one another and break us out of our comfort zones.

But Mandy wasn’t about it.

Now, as a free man, as a bachelor, I could explore my wildest fantasies.

That’s when I found Veronica. We matched on Bumble and, if you know that app, it’s the one where the women have to engage first. I got a message. She wrote to say she was en route to Brazil for three weeks for a work trip, but really liked my profile and thought I seemed fun.

We chatted for a few days and then, she told me she too was looking for something casual. She traveled for work. Sometimes for months at a time. And she’d often hook up with colleagues or locals while she was away, but wanted some dick in her hometown, too.

I hit the JACKPOT. Veronica was … brace yourselves … a former porn star. She’d only done a few movies before she checked out, but she missed the kinky, sleazy, slutty world of porn. She was open to ANYTHING.

“So, what do you want to do to me?” She asked.

“Have you ever seen those videos where the girls head hangs off the back of the bed and the guy throat fucks her? And her face is covered in spit and drool and saliva and jizz and her mascara runs and her hair gets matted down with spit?”

“LOL,” Veronica wrote back. “Literally my favorite thing to do.”

“Shut up,” I wrote.

An upsidedown super sloppy head off the back of the bed face fuck was my actual dream. And it was something I thought really truly only existed in porn. And now it was going to happen! To me!

A week later, Veronica called. She was home and she’d just woken up. She was jet lagged and a little sleepy and needed to be jolted back to life.

Then, she sent me a selfie of her in her bed, on her back, her head dangling off the side. She was naked. I started shaking. Was this really about to happen? She sent her address and I told her I was literally on my way!

On the ride over, I started to panic. Was this really happening? Was this a dream? This all seemed too good to be true. No way was this real. I was walking into a trap. Women don’t really like this sort of thing. But it was a risk I had to take.

I parked, let myself in, rode the elevator to the 9th floor, found her apartment, went inside and called out, as she requested.

“Hey!” I said.

“In here,” she said.

I walked into the bedroom and found Veronica, sitting up in bed, totally nude, on her phone. I smirked. She smiled.

“Just finishing an e-mail. Work shit,” she said. “You can take off your clothes.”

I undressed, looking around her apartment, expecting to see a man step out and rob me at gun point or some shit. But that didn’t happen. Instead, Veronica typed away on her phone, glancing up as I stepped out of my boxer briefs.

“Nice cock,” she said casually.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Ok,” she said, hitting send. She tossed her phone to the side and scooted over to the edge of the bed. No hug. No handshake. No small talk. A little strange. But a lot hot. The best part was the full length mirror, placed perfectly for her to watch the show.

“Oh wait,” she said. “I’ve been drinking a fuck ton of water, so … this is gonna be messy. Hold up.”

Veronica rolled over and snuck off. She returned with a large plastic bowl, which she placed on the floor under her head. My eyes popped. She was serious.

“Do you mind if I masturbate while you fuck my face?” She asked.

“Of course not,” I said.

“Yay!” She said as she opened her nightstand and pulled out a Hitachi Wand. “Buzz buzz.”

She giggled.

I laughed as she jumped into the bed and positioned herself.

“So …” I said. “I’ve never done this before. But … I have a vivid mental picture. I just wanna make sure … I mean … you put a BOWL down … so … I assume … but …”

“You want my face to be completely drenched in spit and jizz? You want to wreck my throat and watch me lurch and gag and puke on my own face.”

My cock throbbed.

“Okay,” I said, laughing.

I stepped over to her and slid my cock into her mouth. She turned on her wand and pressed it to her beautiful waxed bald pussy. It buzzed. She hummed. I began to pump my cock in and out of her mouth. Slowly at first. But I could hear her retching and choking. It only made me harder.

I wanted to relentlessly punish her. I wanted to slam my cock as hard as I could down her pretty little throat. I could hear her mouth filling with saliva.

“AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH!”

Veronica was taking my cock. The worst part of this was … I couldn’t see what was happening.

She coughed. She sputtered. I kept pumping. Harder and harder down her slut throat. She was fidgeting in bed. Her wand on her clit. Buzzing away. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I wasn’t going to waste it.

It was time to ramp this throat fucking into hyper drive. I wanted to mess her up. Wreck her face.

I pulled my cock from her throat and looked between my legs.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hi!” she said. Her face was still pristine. Not a drop of saliva.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Fuck yes!” She shrieked.

I steadied myself and then PLUNGED MY COCK relentlessly into her mouth.

“AUUUGH!” She gagged.

I slammed. Hard. Powerfully hard. I could feel the very back of her throat with my cock. I knew her eyes were bugging out even if I couldn’t see them. I pulled my cock all the way out and jammed it all the way in. She retched and gagged. Saliva splashed out of her mouth.

“AAAAAUUUGH!” She moaned.

“Good girl,” I whispered.

I could hear the saliva splashing out of her mouth and onto her face. I could hear it drip into the bowl.

“You’re such a fucking slut,” I yelled as I rammed her throat.

More saliva splashed across her face.

I pulled my cock from her throat and she inhaled deeply. I pushed my cock back in and pumped, fucking her mouth as if it were a tight pussy. My cock was slathered in spit. I looked between my legs. She peaked through. Her face was a mess! Her masacara and saliva mixed.

“Am I pretty yet?” She asked.

“Almost,” I said, plunging my cock down her esophagus.

“AAAAAAUUUGGGG!” She shouted moaned. I fucked her throat.

“AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH AUGH!”

She began to squirm in the bed.

“Cum for me,” I shouted.

She pressed the wand into her pussy. It buzzed harder. I fucked her mouth as hard as I could until she yanked her head back and screamed.

“OH FUCK I’M CUMMIIIIING!”

Suddenly, she squirted. A torrent of squirt sprayed from her cunt all the way across the bedroom. It splashed onto her nightstand. It splashed onto the floor. Her sheets were soaked. She howled. Screaming. Spraying. Squirting everywhere.

“Come here,” I demanded.

I dragged Veronica off the bed and onto the floor.

“On your knees,” I barked.

I looked at her for the first time. Her hair was thick and matted down with saliva. Her eyes were bloodshot. Her face was absolutely slathered.

I fishhooked her mouth and pulled her closer to me.

“Spit on my slut face!” She screamed.

I spat on her face and smeared it in with my hands. She giggled and shouted.

“Yes! Fucking wreck me!!”

I slapped her face with my cock. She opened her mouth.

“Please!” She shouted.

I held onto her temples and slammed my cock into her mouth. She gagged and pulled back, opening her mouth as a flood of saliva gushed out of her and into the bowl. She shouted.

“YES! Fucking YES!”

She pressed the wand to her clit.

“Squirt in the bowl!” I commanded.

I stepped back and watched Veronica toy her clit, legs spread over the bowl.

“Do it!” I demanded.

“I’m going to fucking squiiiirt!” She screamed.

She tensed up, buckled over and sprayed squirt out of her cunt into the bowl. My eyes grew wide as she jammed her fingers into her own mouth and fucked her own throat, forcing herself to gag and spit into the bowl.

“Fuck yes!” I shouted.

“You want to watch me fuck my own throat?” Veronica asked desperately.

“Yes,” I said.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a very large purple dildo.

“Think I can fit this down my throat?”

“Yes,” I said.

She opened her mouth and began to fuck her own face. She pulled the toy out and slapped it against her face. Saliva splattered. She plunged it into her throat and fucked her mouth while my eyes grew wider. She gagged and retched, leaning forward. Saliva pooled out of her mouth and into the palm of her hand.

She leaned forward and slurped the saliva back up into her mouth and then oozed it onto her own tits. The saliva was thick and heavy and rushed down her chest between her tits. She crammed her saliva into her cunt and masturbated, squirting into the bowl as I watched.

“You’re an angel,” I said.

She let out an evil chuckle and then slapped herself across the face. My eyes grew wide. I stepped forward and shoved my cock into her mouth. I held her head and slammed, fucking her mouth as she continued to gag and puke saliva out of her mouth. The bowl was filling up quickly.

“I want to see how nasty you really are,” I said.

“As nasty as you can imagine,” I said.

“I donno,” I said, smirking. It was a challenge.

She knew what I wanted. The bowl. I looked at it. She looked at it. She looked up at me. I nodded.

“I’ll do it!” She said. “I will!”

“Hmmm,” I said, pretending to be suspicious.

“Come here,” I said.

I grabbed her hair and tilted her head back while I stroked my saliva drenched cock over her face.

“Mmm, yes! HAHAH! DO IT! JERK OFF ON MY FACE!” Veronica yelled.

I masturbated, stroking, pumping and finally, ejaculating. I fired off six thick ropes of cum across her slutty fucking face. She cheered as I came. We both looked in the mirror at her.

“Wow,” she said. “I look fucking hot.”

She grabbed her cell phone from the bed and took a selfie and immediately sent it to me. And then, she leaned forward and used her fingers to scoop the remaining spit and jizz off of her face and drop it into the bowl.

“You don’t think I’ll do it!” She said.

“Oh, I think you will,” I said stepping back.

“Because I’m a dirty slut?”

“Exactly,” I said. “You like being a dirty slut.”

She nodded and picked up the bowl and opened her mouth.

“Wait,” I said. “Let’s see how dirty you really are.”

Her eyes grew wide. I picked my cock up and aimed it at the bowl. Her eyes grew wide. REALLY WIDE. She couldn’t believe it.

“You’re not!” She shouted.

“Do you dare me?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah! You sick fuck! You wouldn’t!”

I aimed my cock into the bowl and shot out a stream of piss. Her eyes grew wide as she continued to hold the bowl as I pissed into it. The bowl began to fill up even more. Her eyes were wide. She put the bowl on the floor, squatted over it, spread her pussy lips and ALSO pissed into the bowl. We stood across from one another, pissing into the bowl while we laughed.

And when we finished, she dunked her fingers into the thick sloppy bowl full of cum and spit and piss and swirled it around. She picked up the bowl and raised it to her mouth, taking a large, LARGE sip. My eyes popped as she gargled and then gulped. I was in awe and frankly, slightly horrified/amused. She poured the contents of the bowl over her head, reveling in it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She filled her mouth with the remaining bowl contents, drooled them into her hands and then smeared it on her face and into her mouth again.

“You are a goddess,” I said.

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