[M]y Spontaneous [F]uck With An Ex

I’ll start this off for you by painting a picture of my ex, let’s call her Amber in the spirit of anonymity. Amber is on the taller side for a woman, around 5’7″. Her build is very average, not “fit”, but by no means overweight. She does have a beautiful pair of C cup tits, with relatively small nipples. Her waist is tapered down significantly from her broad hips, and sitting below those hips is her nicely shaped, full, thick ass that generously fills any pair of pants or shorts. But, she was boring. She wasn’t particularly adventurous, and she certainly didn’t boast much of a libido. Her sexual experience was limited to uninteresting, and uninspiring sex with only her long term boyfriends.

Amber I had shortly dated years ago. During our time together, she was cold, turse, and very prude. There wasn’t a whole lot that we agreed on, and even less that we found passion in together. We only seemed to find energy together in our fights, which there were more of than I care to admit. We never had sex. We kissed, made out, got handsy with one other, but never did we get to the good stuff. During our short time together, neither of us made the other cum. Needless to say, things didn’t last. And when they ended, they ended bad. We broke all contact, and decided to never speak again.

Fast forward some years. I’m out out of town with some friends at a public function. Amidst the conversation, hand shaking, and laughs, I spot Amber with some of her friends. I was absolutely shocked, it had been years since I’d seen her, spoken to her, or even thought of her barring a brief mention of a memory. I looked away, I didn’t intend on eye contact or any sort of interaction, and I carried on with myself. Not five minutes go by, and when I turn around to walk somewhere, I look up and Amber is heading in my direction. No, she’s clearly looking at me and approaching me specifically. My mind races for the few seconds available before we’re face to face and I have nothing to say but a friendly greeting. Some conversation sparks, I rely on humor to diffuse my visible tension, and I draw laugh after laugh from her. It’s strangely intoxicating. Our friends walk over to us, see this, and are shocked.

Later that night a group of us go out for drinks together, she sits next to me, and the more the alcohol flows, the more comfortable we become with this unexpected time together. Not before long, it comes time for her to leave. I tell her to put my number in her phone, and after she left, we exchanged some flirtatious texts.

In the following days, these tiny sparks of flirtatious behavior started to catch fire. We were becoming more and more honest about the palpable tension between the two of us. I wanted her more than I did years ago, and she wanted me just as bad. We were speaking to each other in a way we never had. We were absolutely driven by lust. She spoke desires and offers of sexual acts that I had never heard her utter. We lived a few hours apart though, so we had no intention on indulging in our carnal desires. Until, a few days later, when I told her that I was finally going to relieve myself of this sexual pressure that was becoming more torturous than fun. She told me if I need to cum so bad because of her words, to let her make me. So we booked a hotel directly between us, and that weekend we each hit the road.

I arrived before her, hungry, tired, nervous, but excited, and as horny as I had ever been. I went out for a bite, and when I returned to the hotel, she was there. We threw our belongings to the side and flopped down onto the bed, tired from our drives. She told me she was exhausted and sore, so I immediately climbed onto her, straddled her enticing hump of an ass and started to massage her. Almost immediately, my cock grew hard against her. She smirked and I felt her heartbeat speed up as it began thumping in her back. I leaned down and kissed her neck, ear, and neck again. As my lips made it back to her neck, her mouth opened to let out a soft sigh of pleasure, so I moved my lips to her open mouth, and immediately we were intensely making out, with me on her back, holding her wrists to the bed, and my already throbbing cock, rock hard, pressed to her ass.

We adjusted a few times, rolling around, making out, grinding our bodies together, almost in a silent agreement to build the tension until we had no choice but to break. I unbuttoned her top, kissing her neck, collar bone, and shoulders. I threw her shirt to the side and before I started on the bra, she unhooked it. Seeing her beautiful tits come free poured fuel on my already burning desire. I kissed down to her breasts and traced the outside of each nipple with my tongue while I watched her eyes, before I finally took one between my lips, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. She gasped in pleasure as she stared back at me, so I stuck my index and middle fingers in her mouth together. She eagerly sucked them with more passion than I knew she had in her. This was it, she finally had given into lust and shed her inhibitions.

I slid my fingers, dripping with her saliva down her pants to play with her clit. Her pussy was so soaked, my fingers could have been bone dry when I reached down there and she wouldn’t have noticed. She gasped, and frantically started trying to open my belt and pants as I teased her hot, dripping pussy. Finally, she released my cock, which was almost in pain at this point. I hadn’t cum in a week, and in our years of knowing each other, this whole experience was a first. She looked me in the eyes hungrily and showed her teeth as she started to stroke my cock. I grabbed her throat with my free hand, and slid two fingers into her pussy. Her face became weak, so I waved my fingers toward me, pressing her g spot while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her jaw dropped open, and I licked her lips before sliding my tongue into her nouth, and she sucked it as if it were a cock.

She asked me to grab a condom, and told me she needed desperately to be fucked. She shuttered as I slid my fingers out from her and got up. I grabbed the codom and put it on, and as she was pulling me onto her to fuck her, I held her down, pulled myself away, and kissed down her body. I made my way back down her nipples, sucking them as I did before. Kissed her body down to her hips, following the curvature all the way to her pussy, and getting close enough that she would squirm as my breath warmly brushed over her bare, wet pussy. I kissed down to her feet, and back up her inner thighs. Finally I took her clit into my lips, flicked it with my tongue, and indulged myself in her sweet pussy.

Finally I had enough. I came up, kissed her deeply so that she can taste herself on my mouth, and I slowly slid every inch of my cock into her. Her legs wrapped tightly around me, and her hands gripped my head and the bed. The electricity of finally being inside of her was amazing. I quickly picked up the pace and started fucking her. I postured myself up straight so that I was on my knees, and I put her legs over my shoulders while I took her. With every thrust, her tits bounced and my balls met her asshole. I was in ecstasy.

We changed positions, and I rolled onto my back while keeping myself inside of her. And I told her “You talked so much shit. You wanted to feel like a slut. You wanted to fuck me so bad, here’s your chance. Fuck me.” So with one hand in my chest and another on my thigh, she fucked me to her hearts content. Her hips rocked until she fell forward on me, dripping with sweat to catch her breath. I got out from under her as she stayed in that position, on her knees, elbows on the bed, and I took her from behind. I vigorously, almost angrily fucked her. I felt all of my frustration driving me. Not just the sexual frustration, but also the frustration from the fights, the bad times, and all of the heavy make out sessions which ended in blue balls.

We changed portions again and again. She went from gasping and panting, to smiling and telling me “I’ve never been fucked this good or long. I’ve never had sex like this.” I told her “That’s funny, because I’m almost fucking you out of anger. Like some kind of a hate fuck.” She laughed and told me “Well it’s great, so keep fucking me like you hate me”. This carried on for over an hour. Not quite two hours, but we would have gotten there if we hadn’t stopped. For some reason, as hard as I was, I could not cum. Her pussy was becoming sore and swollen, so she quite literally couldn’t handle the intensity and duration of our little hatefuck session.

We kissed and rolled to our sides, and she took the condom off of me. She stroked my cock and kissed down my body. Looking me in the eyes, she spit on my cock and began jerking me off. I moaned an intense “fuck” as she did. I asked her “Do you like being nasty for me?” She nodded “yes” as unbroken saliva linked her lips and my cock. I told her “Then be a good girl and suck my cock. Make me cum.” And she very eagerly, almost hungrily sucked my cock. When I was ready to finish, I told her I was close, so she came up to kiss me and look me in the eyes while she begged for me to cum for her. Finally, after over an hour of fucking, a week of bot cumming, and years of knowing her and never getting quite far enough, I erupted in a body jerking orgasm, shooting from my cock, all the way to the pillows at the top of the bed, but most of my cum happened to hit her right in her face and tits. She gasped as ahe got caught in the trajectory, and before I even finished cumming, I was laughing my ass off.

She looked at me with a death gaze as I laughed, and slapped me right in the face with one hand as she wiped my cum off of hers with with the other.

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