I was over dressed for a Thursday night, but I was young and didn’t think twice about blacking out on a weekday. It was my friend’s 22nd birthday, and I was heading to his girlfriend’s house for the pregame. I sat nervously in my roommate’s car, fidgeting as we got closer to our destination. I didn’t know what the night would bring… But I knew that copious amounts of alcohol would be consumed. I knew my ex would be there. I knew that I was falling for someone else and didn’t want to screw it up. But I also knew that I was a sucker for a blonde.
We pull up to the house and there were two maybe three cars parked out front. We got there early, but that was okay, I had been friends with the birthday boy and his girlfriend since high school. My ex would be there too, she was roommates with the birthday boy’s girlfriend. We had dated for a good portion of college, and had broken up months prior. It seemed like yesterday when I was helping this girl move into a swanky apartment in one of the biggest cities in the world. She was embarking on a new journey, while she continued her education at a private school back East. We didn’t think long distance would work, and the last time I saw her, she was crying in front of her new big city apartment.
I walk into the house and she is the first person I see. Her head pokes around the corner of the wall, and a smile creeps across her face as she strides towards me. Her dress is black and skin tight. Her nude heels add a few inches and her blonde hair seemed brighter than I remember… It was shiny, thick and flowed over her exposed shoulders. The yoga studio was treating her well, and her ass was almost popping out of her dangerous short dress…We exchange pleasantries, and I go to grab a much needed drink.
By the time the party bus arrived, the pregame had grown to twenty plus people. I was slamming shots for well over an hour and the knot in my stomach was quickly dissolving. If the pregame was an indication of the night to come, I was in trouble. It took about 15 minutes to rally all the intoxicated people and get them onto the bus. After a final head count the bus departs…
We arrive at the front of the club, and bypass the line that had wrapped around the building. The cocktail waitress escorts us through the bar area, snaking down a long hallway, past the bathrooms, and into a backroom, reserved strictly for us. The waitress flips open the curtains and exposes our domain for the evening. A variety of bottles are sitting on several tables, stocked with ice, juices and fruits. The next several hours are a blur… Shortly after midnight, while everyone is gathered in the middle of the club to see the DJ present a cake to the birthday boy, I feel my pocket start to vibrate. I look at my phone and see my screen illuminate with an old but familiar name. The text reads… “I need to talk to you, meet me in the back.” I oblige, and push my way through the crowd, en route to our VIP area. I push the curtains aside, and see her sitting in the corner, all by herself, propped up on one of the leather couches. There are two glasses filled to the brim with a clear substance, and she signals for me to join her. I take a deep breath, and enter the abyss.
Her mannerisms are a clear indicator of her level of intoxication. She forces the drink on me and I take a sip… It was straight vodka. She puts her hand on my crouch and starts to move it back and forth. She leans in close to me, and tells me that she misses me… I play it coy. I put my arm around her, and in a friendly manner tell her I miss her too… I was fairly certain that she didn’t actually miss me… I believe she had found out I was getting close to someone else. She saw the Facebook posts. She heard me talking about my new fling that night. She put two and two together… She was possessive, and after all, she assumed I was still her possession. To her, my behavior was unacceptable, in fact, it was borderline offensive. In her mind, there was no me without her
Up until this point, I felt decently confident. I felt that I could get through the night unscathed, and maintain my forming relationship with someone else. I knew I was falling for another girl and I really didn’t want to screw it up. I was trying to keep my ex at arm’s length, but that was about to change. I thought I had the upper hand, but I didn’t realize that she had a wildcard. And she was about to play it.
Her: “You know that thing that you always wanted to do to me, but I would never let you do it…”
Me: FUCKKK
“I just get so lonely sometimes. I have spent a lot of nights warming up to the idea…”
NO. NO. NO. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T TELL ME THIS.
“It’s just so tight and it actually feels really good.”
OHHHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDD.
“I have been training and after seeing you tonight… I don’t think I can resist…”
She takes my hand and moves it between her legs. I can feel that she is equally as excited. She inches closer and starts to unzip my pants. She is sucking on my neck while she struggles to free my dick from my boxers. Once fully exposed, she glances at the curtain covering the entrance and begins to suck on the tip, half way giggling as she gets more comfortable.
At this point, we are both extremely intoxicated, high on booze and lust. I decide that the time has come. I pick up the toxic concoction that is sitting in front of me. I slam it like a shot, and lean my head back. It feels natural, like it was bound to happen… I hear the sound of gargling In between hits from the bass. Her head is moving up and down in unison with her hand. She spreads out. Her stomach on the couch allowing me to position my hand up her exposed dress. I start to rub my hand against her thong. I can feel moisture through the fabric. I move my hand under her thong, and she responds by tightening her lips around me, in an attempt to swallow my entire dick. I have two fingers inside her and she is currently taking my entire dick in her mouth. She has this motion down, and she forces my dick into her throat for 10-20 second intervals, picking up lost friction with her hand as she catches her breath. For a moment, I completely forgot that we were sitting in a public place, with no door, that 20 other people had direct access to… On cue, a few of my buddies stroll in. I was relieved that it was the boys but I am instantly hit with an unpeeled lime as they start to yell at me. They had a point. If the wrong person walked in, the night would be over for everyone.
I look at my phone and see that time is inching closer and closer to 1am. In about an hour, the lights will turn on and thousands of people will pour into the streets. If I wait for the end of the party, we won’t get home until late. Time is not in my favor and without any persuasion we both head towards the exit.
The cab drops us off at my house. I tell my ex to go inside… Roommate number three (3) is home and they know each other… I needed to pay the cab and I had to make a quick call. I didn’t tell my ex about the call… but I had five missed phone calls from the girl I wished I was with… The girl that I was falling for and who I had spent the last weekend with… I had spent days assuring her that I wasn’t going to do… what I was about to do. Our conversation went on longer than I wanted. By the time I walked into the house I was fully prepared to send my ex home… I enter the living room and my roommate is sitting on the couch with a huge shit eating grin on his face. I demand that he tell me where she is. He gestures down the hall… I walked slowly to my room, opened the door and step inside.
I am standing just in front of the doorway and I notice that my ex has been digging through my shit. I was ready to tell her to get out, but she stopped and explained. She was sorry, but she was happy the contents of my nightstand hadn’t changed…
Her back was against the wall, propped up with several pillows. Her arms were resting on her knees, and I can see bright blue fabric showing from in-between her legs. The contents of her hands are exposed; she is holding a little bottle of lube. She asks me to watch her…
At this point I am completely frozen… I can only muster up a gentle nod…
My eyes are fixated on her long tan legs. She smirks and lets out a soft giggle… I was staring at a girl that I once knew. However, she was no longer a girl. The pressures of grad school and the real world had weighed on her, causing a transformation into adulthood. This strong, sexy woman was looking at me, and I had a feeling that this was not about sex. This was about something else, and she was going to get what she had come for… She was well aware of my deepest, darkest fantasies, and she was fully prepared to exploit them.
Her manicured hands slide from her knees to just below her hips. She pulls her underwear to the side, providing direct exposure to her small perfect slit. Her white glossy finger nails disappear inside her…Her pussy is glistening, and after a few moments, she moves from her pussy to her ass. I hear the lube cap pop off and the unmistakable sound of elastic rolling and snapping against flesh. She moves to all fours and explains that she needs my help… I swallow hard, and shuffle over to my bed… My mouth is salivating.
Her fingers are practically dripping from a combination of bodily fluids and KY Jelly. She is gyrating back and forth… At this point she has two fingers, knuckle deep in her balloon knot. She looks back at me, my face directly in front of her lower anatomy. With her lower lip quivering, she tells me that she is ready.
I press up against her while she transfers the substances from her fingers to me. She loads up again, and rubs the remaining contents onto my rock hard cock… I start to ease into her as slow as possible, feeling her muscles contract around me. It is warm. I inch into her, watching the head of my dick disappear without resistance. Her ass is bigger than I remember. I use my free hand to spread her cheeks. I push her back down, watching closely as her ass starts to swallow the remainder of my dick. I want this desperately but I don’t want to hurt her… I can feel her tense up and flinch slightly. I stop but she instructs me to keep going… I oblige and start to slowly thrust. I close my eyes, focusing on this feeling and our throbbing anatomy. We start to establish a rhythm. I can feel her muscle relaxing, and I return in kind, by increasing my thrust. She is letting out subtle moans, and I dive deeper and deeper with each thrust. I grasp the outside of her neck, near her shoulders with my hand, and tighten my grip ever so softly. I am getting closer, my excitement growing nearer, as her moans get louder. I feel her clench up as she exhales deeply. I give her one last deep push consuming very inch of me. The feeling is indescribable. I squeeze her neck harder and exhale as I finish… The deed has been done… We make eye contact and she flashes me with that ever so familiar smirk… I start to realize that this was not about sex. This was about power and control and I had lost all of it… I roll over and close my eyes, hoping that when I wake up this will all be over.
I awake with a blistering headache and terrible dry mouth. There was no one next to me. I get up and move towards the kitchen. On the white board is a stark reminder of my terrible mistake. I don’t bother to read the note she left and simply rub the language in black marker until it is streaky and unreadable. When I retreat to bed, I soon realize that it has just begun. My phone is flashing with red notifications.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nnsrk1/my_ex_public_fellatio_w_side_of_anal