So I’ve recently went through a breakup with my bf. He ended things because he’d cheated on me and said he fell in love with someone else. It really hit me hard as I really love him. Like it’s really made me feel like I’m just a set of holes and that I’ll only ever been good as a cumdump. To try and get over him I reached out to an old hookup from 2 years ago. He is rough and aggressive and liked to show me my place when we’d hooked up in the past. He was upset with me for ignoring him all the times he’d reach out while I was with my bf. He told me he’d fuck me but I had to agree to no limits and let him use me however he wanted. So this past Friday I went to his home. I had wore a mini skirt with no panties and this lace corset type of top as he had instructed. He answered the door and brought me to the living room. He brought me a couple shots and I took them. I’m a bit of a lightweight so it me pretty hard. After I’d taken them he told me to strip. I did as he said. He made me bend over the couch. He spanked my ass several times. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled be backwards onto the floor. He told me how useless I was. How I would never find love. Then he pulled his cock out and made me suck it. He would shove it down my throat until I thought I was gonna pass out. I was getting nauseous and kept thinking I’d throw up. It was so messy with all my spit. He would slap me in between shoving it in my mouth. After a few minutes he dragged me by my hair to the kitchen. He made me get up on the table. He started shoving different things inside of me. Things start getting a little hazy after that from the shots. He called someone and told me not to move. He left me with a cucumber in my pussy and ginger in my ass. It stung bad. Idk how long he was gone but he came back in with a friend. I vaguely remember him calling me a whore and slapping my tits. He told his friend he could do whatever he wanted with me. My memory is in and out but I remember being fucked on the bed. I remember him spitting on me and telling me I was a fucked up whore. I think at one point that were double penetrating me. He kept saying it was tight. His friend left after a while. He put me in the shower and pissed on me once he was gone. He used my holes more times. He used toys on me. He never gave me a break. I don’t know when he stopped. I got up around noon the next day. I was bruised. I was sore. I was sticky. It was a lot. He made sure to remind me of my place the entire time. He reminded me how worthless I am. He reminded me how no one could ever love a broken slut like me. He told me my ex deserved better than me.