An Ex-Boyfriend's Revenge

Alex was a class “A” jerk and I was done with him! I deleted all his emails and texts. I removed his contact information from my phone and took all the Teddy Bears, jewelry and other gifts he bought me; put them in a trash bag and set it in the corner. Then took another trash bag, gather all the clothes he had at my place, stuffed it full and set it next to the other bag and got them both ready to toss it down the garbage chute. The whole time I was storming around, my phone kept ringing and I knew it was him.

Txt – “Baby I’m sorry”

Txt – “You always said you wanted to try 2 guys at once” 

Return Txt – “NOT WITH ASSHOLES THAT ACT LIKE THEY JUST GOT OUT OF PRISON!!!!”

Return Txt – “AND YOU LAUGHED AT ME WHEN I WANTED TO STOP!!!”

I knew I should have turned my phone off, stupid me.

Txt – “Please come over, I still have some of your stuff”

Txt – “Lets talk”

Return Txt – “NO”

Txt – “Fine, I’m coming to get my shit bitch!”

Return Txt – “AND THAT IS WHY YOU ARE AN EX-BOYFRIEND!’

Txt – “20 mins”

Fine, I thought. I wanted closure. I wanted Mr. Jerkface to know what he will be missing. So, I quickly did my hair and makeup, then put on my purple slinky dress that he loves so much, and black boots. Even in the boots he was a full 6-inches taller than me. Oh and a few sprays of Red Door (his favorite perfume) on my neck, just in time as the buzzer rings. Opening the door, I give the death stare to Mr. Jerkface. He barges in like he owns the place, and asks me for his “shit,” I point at the trash bag in the corner. “Oh, you just going to throw my shit out?!” “Yep” I respond. Looking at him, looking at his muscles and square jaw, then again at his muscles I must keep remembering that it’s over. Yes, it was my suggestion to try a three-way dogging session. And yes, I told him it was okay to bring if buddy Derrick. But when it was Derrick, and some guy I never met, it got totally out of control, and they acted like two thugs straight out of Cook County Jail; and what they did to me…well, never again. I was violated, humiliated and Alex laughed and took pictures.

Alex, gave me a sad look, but I had to stand my ground!  God, he had a body on him and in his heavy Jamaican accent, he apologized over and over. He kept saying he thought I was fine with being spit-roasted, and how he thought me trying to tap-out was all roleplaying. I let him know it wasn’t, and he didn’t come to my rescue. I just wanted to have him hold me, but again, I had to be strong and stand my ground.

Sitting on the couch, I collected as myself as Alex casually strolled into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Again, showering me with apologies he moved in closer. His words went from apologies to complimenting me on how I looked, how sweet I smelled, how pretty I looked; and how he was such a jerk for not knowing I wanted him to rescue me. We talked, had wine, talked more and had more wine. Then I noticed the 2nd half-empty bottle of wine on the coffee table, and he was still nursing his first glass of wine. His other gift was a silver tongue, manipulating the conversation to how much me missed my body. How horny he got every time he laid eyes on my thick ass, and noting I was wearing his favorite outfit he got me. Unfortunately, being a bit tipsy and lonely I missed him, oh that silver tongue of his.

The wine had done its job by loosened my guard and he didn’t waste a second. We had a heavy make-out session on the couch and the next thing I knew, my panties gone, my dress was hiked up past my tummy and my boots were digging into the couch. I ran my hands over his muscular Jamaican body as he kissed sucked my nipples. He knew every right button to push, and I was once again on my knees swallowing his long thick uncut Jamaican shaft. Damnit, he did it again! As my head bobbed up and down on his dark dick, running my hands over his powerfully built legs was always a turn-on for me. Then as I let him push that cock of his as far down my throat as he could - he told me he knew how much I really wanted his dick in my gurl pussy. “Girl get that fat booty over the couch” The alcohol, his commanding voice and just the fact that I missed him so much made me forget how angry I was just an hour. Happily, without hesitation I got up and did and ordered, and balanced my half-naked body over the back of the couch. From behind me he said, “Every time I fuck you, you better be wearing those boots, you hear?” I just nodded my head in agreement.

It always takes a while for Alex to work his full girth in me, and once he does I have to hang on for dear life because that man knows how to fuck the shit out of me! The was no time for lube, he knew he had to get it before I came back to my senses. Using the slobber from the extra-sloppy blowjob I gave him and a little spit, worked his jumbo black mamba in my puckered asshole. I moaned as he pushed further in me “You know the drill girl, I know you can take all this dick!” With that I spread my legs further apart and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands. “Fuck my pussy you bastard!” I said like such a whore. That was his cue to drive it deep. His balls slapped against my plump ass and he fucked me like he would never see me again. God, this time it felt like is dick was bigger and meaner. At times, he would pull fully out and jam it back in again to hear me whimper. Every stroke was like the first night I offered my ass to him. Alex pushed all of his weight on me as he pumped me over the couch. He was a master at banging my butthole in different direction; up…down..and side to side. With each stroke, he continued to stretch me out. A few times, I screamed like a little bitch. As his pace quicken, my ass started to fill with jet after jet of Jamaican dick spit.

Pulling his cock out and I could feel his cum oozing out of me and down my balls and legs. My gaping ass kept trying to close without success, and my boi pussy kept farting cum, making a milky goopy mess on the back of the sofa. As I rested there, I realized I had cum just by the friction of being fucked over the couch. Laying slumped over the back of the couch, Alex’s juices continued to leak out of me. Alex padded me on the butt and I felt a gentle kiss on my ass cheek. After a few moments of quiet, I stood up and saw the apartment door was wide open and his bag of stuff was gone?! It was Mr. Jerkface’s final act of humiliating me, he left my apartment door open for all to see my big brown ass bend over the sofa, in my hooker boots, with my legs spread wide with a clear view of milky white goo dripped from my asshole.