This story is very true, although, some parts are slightly exaggerated, but it really is a "non-fiction" story.
I am happily married now, however, I still remember my first love. When I was 18 years old, I was in love with a guy named Patrick. In fact, he actually proposed to me during junior year of college and he was my fiance for a bit. We ended breaking up when I graduated college and moved away.
Fast forward about a year, I go back. I went out with old friends to a bar. Oh my, Patrick ends up being there. Of course, I say hello. We ended up hanging out that night. I told my friends that I would stay at that bar to hang out with Patrick. Of course, we talked about the past, what could have been, and did all this while drinking and taking shots. It was like we were still engaged. And of course, I ended up going home with him.
At his home, we drank more, made out. Eventually, his hands started grabbing me. First over the clothes, then under, then the shirt came off. Then he started rubbing my crotch. I don't know if he could feel it, but I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with each rub of his hands. First it was over my jeans. Then he unbuttoned and started rubbing me over my panties. Eventually, his hand went in all the way and I could feel his fingers. I knew for a fact that he knew I was wet because eventually, he pulled his hands out of my pussy and made me suck his fingers. While his fingers, that had all my pussy juices over them, were in my mouth, I took off my pants and panties. I was eventually all naked. With his fingers in my mouth, he dragged my head so that I got off the sofa and he put me on my knees directly in front of him. That is when I realized, I was the only naked person in the room.
"I want you to unzip my pants, pull down my underwear, and suck on whatever comes out", he said. I ended up sucking his cock. It was exactly as I remembered it to be. He sat down on a chair and just sat there in a "man-spread" position. I crawled on all fours to him and just continued sucking his cock. "Did you miss this dick, b*tch?" I nodded my head, with his dick in my mouth. "Man, I missed your dick-sucking skills". At this point, his cell phone rang. He answered, and I just continued sucking his dick. "Hello.......no, I'm just hanging out.......well, yeah, but I'm just going to go to bed in a bit.......yes, I will be here in the morning.......our course you can come by, you are always welcome........mm-hmm.......sure........can 't wait.......see you in the morning". That is all I heard. "Follow me to the bedroom, b*tch". I got up to follow him. "No, b*tch. Stay on all fours and follow me". I got back on all fours and followed him to the bedroom. I knew exactly what was going to happen. And I was a kind of excited. I was thinking of the possibility of us getting back together.
When we got to the room, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, and pushed me against the wall. He kissed me. And then roughly stuck 2 fingers in my pussy. "b*tch is still wet!" He was excited. He roughly slammed me on the bed, pulled my legs over my head, like I was in the pile driver position. "Stroke my cock". I reached from behind my back to find his dick and started stroking. He started eating me out and fingering me. He put his middle finger in my pussy and his index finger went into my asshole. "You miss me, b*tch?" "I missed you very much, Patrick". He pulled his fingers out of my holes and put them into my mouth to suck and he stuck his tongue in my pussy, eating me out so good. As I was sucking his fingers, I continued to stroke his cock. It was feeling pretty amazing to submit to this man, Patrick, a man that I missed, a man that I loved. It was happening again. We were falling in love again.
"Ready to get fucked, b*tch?" I nodded my head again because I couldn't speak, Patrick's fingers were in my mouth. He stood straight up, looking down on me. I was still in the pile-driver position. "Spread it!" I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread my pussy. However, his dick went straight in my ass. I started to scream. "Take it, b*tch!" He was fucking in my ass, going balls deep on each stroke. I wanted to cry, but I also wanted to make him feel good. "You gonna cry, b*tch?" He then spit on my face. "b*tch, you broke my heart, and now you are back. This is great!" He continued to fuck me up the ass, then pulled out and demanded, "Suck it, b*tch!" He put his dick in my mouth and I just sucked it. "You look great with my dick in your mouth". He then spit on my face again. Then pulled his dick out of my mouth and said, "Stick out your tongue". I stuck it out and then he sat on me so that his asshole was on my tongue. "Lick it, b*tch". I began to lick his asshole like an ice cream cone. He reached around and began fingering my asshole again.
That was only the beginning. He fucked me in the ass in all kinds of positions. Doggy, pile driver, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, you name it, we probably did it. He also fucked me in my pussy, but, he would always have one of his fingers in my ass. The entire time, calling me "b*tch". That was the only name he called me. We must have fucked for about 2 hours. His cock altered between all my holes. At one point, during doggy, and while his cock was in my ass, he said, "Bark, b*tch!". "Ruff, ruff". "Louder!" "RUFF, RUFF, RUFF!!!" I barked as loud as I could. "I want my neighbor to hear you, dumb b*tch". I kept getting louder and louder.
Eventually, I became numb in my ass with all the rough anal sex. Like I said, it lasted roughly 2 hours (no pun intended). Eventually, that time came (again, no pun intended). He pulled his cock out of my ass for one last time, but this time was because he was going to cum. "Open your mouth, b*tch". I got on my knees and opened my mouth as wide as I could. He then blasted his cum. It was so much cum. It went everywhere. It went on my face, in my mouth, in my hair, everywhere. When he finished, I just froze. He then began sweeping his cum, that was on my face, into my mouth, with his finger. "Let me feed you, b*tch". He must have swept up almost every last drop. He then laughed at me and said, "Don't let that go to waste. Swallow it". I swallowed it and opened my mouth in order to show that I swallowed it all. "Man, did I miss your holes!". We then just laid in his bed and cuddled the rest of the night. The sexual abuse I had just endured, was worth it, just to feel his arms wrapped around me again. This was it. We were in love again.
At around 8:30 am that morning, he woke me up. "You have to leave. I have someone coming over". "What? I thought we could hang out today", I told him. "No, my girlfriend is coming over right now. We are going to go get some stuff so I can help her fix her car". What? His girlfriend? Was he kidding? This was exactly the phone call he had received the night before, his girl calling to let him know that she was still coming over in the morning. Confused, I began to get dressed. I didn't even have time to shower. I could feel his dry cum in my hair. I got dressed and called a cab. My friends had driven the night before and that was the only way I could get back to my hotel. While I was waiting, "she" came over. She saw me. I wonder if she knew what me and her boyfriend had just done that night before. I saw him come out of his room, give her a friendly boyfriend kiss. He looked at me, and they both went into his bedroom. I have no idea what was said between them.
The cab eventually came, and I left, a little in shame. I just got fucked by a former fiance, who is now in a committed relationship. I was definitely used. However, I couldn't help but still miss him. I thought about him a lot after. I'm married now, to a loving man. My husband and I make love, a lot. It does feel good. My husband makes sure that I feel good. No true dominance, just love making between 2 lovers. This is how I know what my relationship to Patrick was. Patrick took me that night. He didn't ask what I wanted, he just took it, treated me like the "b*tch" that he would call me. Made me do vile things. He was marking his territory. Although my husband now makes love with me, MY TITS AND HOLES BELONG TO PATRICK, NOW, AND FOREVER.
Patrick, if you read this, I miss you. Please find me again and fuck me.