I dated my ex; Nikki, in college for 3 years. She was my neighbor in the townhomes we lived in and our roommates were dating. We met one night shortly after I moved in when we all went to an apartment hot tub. She was kind of shy, plain but wash that sort of sneaky hot with a body that looked amazing in a bikini. There were no immediate sparks but I pursued her pretty hard after that and soon enough we were dating. I quickly found out that she had some serious daddy issues and it became a toxic relationship about a year in. We would have screaming fights that were almost always instigated by some strange complex she had that I couldn’t understand. I took part in the toxicity by allowing it to continue and not walking away. She was cruel to me in a lot of ways, never taking the initiative in our relationship, never texting me first, basically making me always feel like she could take me or leave me. She was pretty diabolical but it’d take forever to explain fully. My female friends and family didn’t understand why I was with her, telling me I was out of her league and could have someone so much better, even going as far as trying to bring girls around me that they wanted to set me up with and trying to force conversations between us. I couldn’t let go of Nikki though and it was mainly because of her her small, tight, perfect pussy that I couldn’t leave, it was like it was made for me.
She was petite, which was exactly my type, about 5’2” & 100lbs, had a cute face that wasn’t anything that turned heads but had a flawless body. She was pale with long brunette hair, medium sized perky 22yo breasts, a fantastic ass that looked like it was sculpted by Leonardo DaVinci, but like I said, it was her pussy that I was absolutely OBSESSED with. I like clean looking vaginas without a lot of lip action going on, and she had the perfect one. Since she was so little, her pussy was equally as small, small enough that my tongue covered it in its entirety when I’d go down on her. She was always smoothly shaved and had zero scent or taste making it a dream to lick, which I did as often as I could because it was just as much a pleasure for me as it was for her.
The sex wasn’t anything earthshattering as far as technique or kinkiness from her side, which was the opposite of me because I was a horned-up college kid overflowing with testosterone. She was reserved and made me work for it throughout our relationship and I was addicted to it like heroine. I would eat her out almost every day after class until she had a leg shaking orgasm. I always wanted to fuck her and would sometimes do it as many as 4-5 times a day if she was in the mood. She was so insanely tight that it made my +/- 7.5” dick feel massive. I could never fuck her as hard as I wanted to because she’d stop me saying it hurt a little.
I’m a pretty big guy (6’3” – 190lbs) and was a college athlete then so I was in great shape. This made it easy to manhandle her tiny figure and what really got her off was when I picked her up, her legs straddling my waist and held her by her ass as she’d grind on my cock until she came. She loved how easily I could hold her while she did it because apparently her ex was a little guy. I loved it when she was lying flat on her stomach with her legs together because of how tight and amazing she felt in that position and the incredible sensation of her small but plump booty pushing against as me as I thrusted. Made me cum every time.
I would get frustrated as hell not being able to fuck her as hard as I wanted though, especially when she was being angry dickhead for no reason whatsoever, which was most of the time. Instead I had to go slow and soft. Even though she wasn’t a sex crazed cumslut like a lot of women written about on this sub are, most of my best sexual experiences were with her because she turned me on so fucking much and I think her bitchy little attitude was part of it. For example, I lived in a family RV for a few months in college while I was looking for a house to rent. One night she came over, wearing nothing but my football jersey that she looked incredible in with her tiny frame. She was hornier than usual and went straight to my small bed, bent over on her hands and knees at the edge of the mattress and popped her little booty in the air, pulling the jersey up over her ass revealing her small little pussy and asshole and demanded I lick them both. I went to fucking town licking her from behind, nothing turned me on more. Seeing her in nothing but my jersey with her tight ass waiting for me is burned into my brain.
My only good memories of her are sexual and she was a selfish lover at that, rarely going down on me and usually only if I was licking her at the same time which I loved to do so fuck it. Our relationship naturally soured in the end, and she eventually went back to her ex who didn’t need to fuck her multiple times daily like I did. Her manipulative ways and cold demeaner had outweighed the benefits of the sex but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having withdrawals after we broke up, a breakup in which the little shit fucking bit me might I add! What a fucking peach right? Anyways, I knew I was better off, and I did my best to not let the years of ugly fights and in all honesty, abuse from her end affect me.
About a year later, when I had just graduated college, our roommates were getting married. I had this lingering frustrated feeling up to this point that I never got to anger bang her and I honestly couldn’t get it out of my head. I went to the wedding stag and made sure I dressed to the nines, wearing a 3-piece custom tailored suit. When I got to the venue, I expected to see her with her boyfriend who I knew through my roommate that she was still with, but lo and behold, she had come stag as well. She also looked like she too had taken a little extra time getting ready, wearing a light grey skintight dress that squeezed her petite frame, perky tits and shapely ass that was looking especially delicious in her high heels.
I took my time making my way over to her after the ceremony, chatting with friends and having a couple drinks. I was leaving the bar when she approached me and blurted “you can’t say hi to me?” I laughed and said I had planned on it, but I needed to have a few drinks first. She didn’t find the comment as funny as I did but none the less, we went outside to chat while the best man and maid of honor gave their cringey speeches.
It was cold out and she didn’t have a jacket, so I gave her mine. We started making small talk and I asked Nikki how things were with her bf, to which the seized the opportunity to drone on about how great their lives were and how well she’s doing for herself in her new job and blah blah blah. She was trying too hard to make sure I knew her life was seemingly perfect when I know nothing was perfect with her crazy ass. I pretended to care and asked questions, she of course didn’t care to ask about me which I’m fine with, I didn’t expect her to. She started reminiscing about our relationship fondly though, making a couple subtle hints that she missed the sex. We noticed everyone was dancing so we went inside and she pulled me onto the dance floor.
Everyone was occupied dancing and focusing on the happy couple and didn’t notice us, the ex-couple, indulging in our unrequited urges. She may not have been a wild ride in bed, but goddamn I forgot how well she could dance. She was moving and shaking her ass against me and turning her head back and smiling devilishly at me when she felt my hardening bulge against her. The dance floor had a club atmosphere about it, loud, dark with flashing lights, and were playing the classic rap and dance music you hear at weddings with about 80 people jammed together causing us to become doused in sweat.
As she grinded against me, I thought about all the times she’d grind her tight pussy on my cock, rubbing against me with her legs wrapped around me, I thought of how many times I had buried my face into her perfect little pussy and ass and made her legs shake with pleasure. I thought about what a bitch she had been to me for so long and how badly I wanted to hate fuck her knowing I wouldn’t have to deal with her in the morning. I also thought about how happy I was that I wasn’t her bf sitting at home while she dry humps her ex at a wedding and that for the first time, she was initiating everything. She kept rolling her body on the dance floor against mine, popping her ass out and teasing my cock with it. When shed face me, she would brush her hand against my cock, looking at me and grinning. Song after song this went on until I was fully hard and trying to think of something, anything to end my arousal so I was walking around the wedding with a hard-on.
Afterwards we were taking shots at the bar with old college friends and she couldn’t keep her eyes off me with subtle gestures with her hands touching my body. The reception ended and we sent our friends off in their limo and headed to our cars. She asked if I was staying at the same hotel everyone else was. I told her I wasn’t, I was staying at my grandparent’s lake house nearby, a place she and I used to go stay on weekends together in college and fuck and fight. She got excited and said “oh my god can I please come stay the night!? I miss that house!” We made plans for me to drop her off the next morning at her car and she jumped in my truck, both of us knowing it was wrong but neither seemingly giving a fuck. Her body was glistening with sweat from dry fucking me on the dance floor, her dress and hair were disheveled. She looked like a sexy mess.
As we drove on the dark country roads, I was tipsy, she was drunk, and we started talking matter of factly about our relationship and sex for the first time ever and it went something like this:
Nikki: “yeah we were pretty volatile together, but we definitely had more sexual chemistry than anyone else I’ve been with”
Me: “yeah the sex was good, I’ve kind of missed it”
Nikki: “Oh really? What do you miss about it?”
Me: “going down on you honestly…and the way you would always ask me to cum on your ass and reach your hand back and jerk my cock off while I finished. Anything you particularly miss?”
Nikki: “definitely when you’d going down on me too, I couldn’t wait to get back from class for it”
Me: “I was always a bit frustrated with how you never really went down on me or let me fuck you how I wanted. It was like having sex with a porcelain doll sometimes”
Nikki: “What are you talking about? I went down on you plenty! How did you want to fuck me?”
Me: “uhhh nooo you didn’t, and I never really got to fuck you rough without holding back”
She catches me a little off guard by leaning over the center console and rubbing my package over my pants that was already stiff from talking about fucking her. She looked up at me with a devilish grin and teasingly and insincerely said “Well I’m sorry.”
I told her she could make up for it now. Unashamed and without pause, she unzipped my dress pants and worked my cock out of the fly opening. She was being a tease, kissing and lightly tonguing my head, which felt great, but I wasn’t wanting soft and gentle from her and I am not giving her the satisfaction of being a tease and making me squirm. I gripped the base of her hair and started controlling the pace her bitchy cheating mouth fucked my cock, something I never would have done when we dated.
She told me to slow down by smacking my thigh, but I ignored it and continued to fuck myself with her mouth. I let go just long enough to hike her dress up over her ass and spanked her hard enough to make her jolt her head up which I grabbed and pushed it back down on my cock before she could utter a word, making her gag as she failed to take the last inch of me. I looked in the reflection of the passenger window at her bare, beautiful tight ass and glistening pussy and listened to her slobber a gag over and over, arching her back each time in reaction to my cock down her throat as I pushed down. I was fucking her mouth to the point that her saliva was dripping wet down my balls. When I pulled in the driveway and parked, I pushed her head all the way down one final time until she coughed and gagged, then yanked her head up by her hair and got out of the truck. The satisfaction of what I just did was clear by the smile I wasn’t able to hide on my face.
She looked at me with a bewildered expression when we were walking to the door to go in the house, wiping away the mascara that was dripping down her face after choking on my cock. I’m assuming it was the shock of what just happened and how she went from having me in her pocket, to me fucking her throat on a dark country road. We went inside, set down our shit and went out to the back porch where we had had many pointless arguments she had instigated years ago.
The porch overlooks a large valley of oak trees. The house was isolated out in the hill country, about a mile away from the nearest neighbor. She sat in my lap and started kissing me trying to slow things down a bit. I stopped her and instead pulled the neck of her dress down over her perky tits, revealing her hard nipples and reached under her dress, grabbing her by her bare pert ass, hoisted her up and started sucking on her nipples. I had missed those pretty pink little nipples and spent some time licking and massaging them with my tongue, her legs wrapped around me while I felt and teased her tight cunt and asshole with my fingers while she reached down and stroked my erect cock.
She was moaning and breathing heavily when I carried her to the deck railing and set her down, facing away from me and bent her over, I knelt behind her and started gliding my tongue up and down from her clit, up her slit and swirling it around her asshole making her squirm and moan. God, I had missed eating her pussy like it was my last day on earth. I am being as dirty as I could, deliberately trying to fulfill any whim I had suppressed, sticking my tongue as far in her asshole as I could while I massaged her clit. I tongue fucked her holes and teased her clit until I was satisfied, and she was dripping wet. This was the moment I had been hoping I’d have for a year. All my anger and desire for her was built up and I was ready to let it out. I stood up, Nikki gasped “Jesus fucking Christ (insert my name), I missed your mouth!”
I took her from behind, grabbed her by her small sexy waist, and thrusted every inch of me inside of her. Her bare breasts were hanging over the railing, bouncing to the rhythm I fucked her. I was dressed like a gentleman in a tailored vest, clean bright white dress shirt and a tie but I looked like a heathen, hate fucking this tiny girl.
I could tell she relented control for the first time ever, not trying to dictate how and how hard I fucked her. We are fucking furiously; her back is arched pushing her ass and pussy out towards me and the sound of our bodies clapping together and her screams of ecstasy with a hint of pain echoed off the trees. I feel primal, gritting my teeth in seething disdain and pure pleasure, holding her by her throat, calling her my cheating slut, letting 2 years of frustration out on her petite cunt. She came more than I had ever made her cum before, struggling to keep her balance from the familiar but more severe involuntary quivering of her legs with each orgasm. Choking her seemed to make her cum harder, something I had never done or cared to do but seemed so natural this night. She’s so out of breath that she’s barely able to make utter a word or response to me asking if she was my little whore, she just nods, her watery eyes pleading for more.
I was taken aback by how much she was enjoying being rough fucked considering how controlling she always was when we were together, demanding that I go slow, lick her like this, fuck her that way, touch her this way, etc.. Now I have her pleading for more after forcefully face fucking her, choking her, calling her a cheating slut and no hold bars fucking her until her legs were weak. Since I had gone this far, I kicked it up a notch, curious how far I could take this.
Still at the deck railing, I spun her around and grabbed her face, and said “ask me if you can suck your cum off my cock”…”can I please suck my cum off your cock?” I pushed her to her knees, grabbed the back of her head, and again fucked my cock with Nikki’s mouth, standing perfectly still and thrusting her head back and forth like a fuckdoll. It seemed surreal and sounds like a graphic novel geared towards men’s fantasy but this was real. I was living out a fantasy I never thought I’d fulfill in a million years. I was making my controlling, bitchy, psycho ex-girlfriend a submissive slut.
After fucking her throat to the point that her spit was pooled on the deck boards, I picked her up and carried her into the screened in patio to fuck her against a wall. Easing her onto my cock, letting her guide it into her, I fucked her against the patio door, holding her with her legs wrapped around me. My adrenaline was surging, and the sex was animalistic. Her nails dug into my shoulder, I smacked her face and choked her to which she responded to with an excited growl of painful pleasure, urging me to keep fucking her as she neared her last orgasm. Her body shook and bounced as I pounded her, controlling her every move, completely supporting her tiny body and fucking her like a ragdoll. She was having the most intense orgasm I’d ever witnessed her have and ended with what seemed like her crying. I threw her down on the couch and told her to lay facing down. I was ready to finish all over her and she knew it too from the position I had her in. I slid in and out of her red exhausted pussy, feeling her plump ass pushing back against me. She begged “cum on my ass baby” just before I pumped into her for the last time, pulled out, and absolutely covered her with the most satisfying load imaginable.
I felt like I had just transformed back from being a werewolf. I was mostly naked, out of breath, my ex laid before me panting and covered in my cum, and all the resentment, frustration and energy was gone. I drank a glass of whiskey while she cleaned up and then completely exhausted, we passed out. The next morning, she was being affectionate, acting like we were dating again but I honestly couldn’t get her out the door and to her car fast enough. That was 6 years ago, and I haven’t seen her since, despite her many attempts to contact me. I had gotten the closure/anger fucking I needed and was done. She ended up marrying the dude she cheated on with me that night and I feel pretty bad for the guy and the pure hell he’s probably going through but better him than me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c8fmi9/mf_2425_i_hate_fucked_my_ex_after_a_wedding_and
Hey, deep throating is hard and I often reflexively cry. Nothing to do with shock from sucking dick